Lost Wine
One day, I cast in Ocean's brine
poetry
The Last Wind's Last Word
Now the last wind comes telling
Leaf Pain
The arm of this leaf
Four Scenes from the Inner World
1Slowly beyond seeing, water
While White Against the Sky
While white against the sky the wheeling gulls
Journeys in Reverse
1 . . . questionnaire for total recall
The Fabulists
A fortunate fact that love is portable --
Winter Wheat
The field was much more I tahn field;
The Wings of Song
Rounded marble columns whitely quiver,
Poem for One
You, the mark of me I grave and trace
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Current Issue: No. 301
