The Neophyte
Once I came to the end of the world
poetry
Morning at Clover Point
Looping around the cliff
Art of the Sonnet: LXI
The silversmith smitten by the sea surrenders
Flight-Song
Sing, gull.
Light
Your candle keeps a corner clear
Prairie Town
There was a river under First and Main;
As Said Before
Some men are born to buy and sell;
Still Salty Ghosts
Pass quick and quiet long shuttered eyes
Outside the Bookshop
Outside the bookshop where I did not buy
Blaze
I stick my lamp in the night's black fire
Pages
Current Issue: No. 301
