Jonathan Travels
My son, who wants to travel into summer
poetry
Psalm at Morning
No spheres in riot bring me morning-ward
Season in Flight
Autumn parrot.
Landscape
The snow fell slowly over the long sweep
Tree Sculpture
In the soiled street, blossom unfolding pedals;
Late Years of the Piccolo Player
It would be a dark heron
My Famished Fathers Bartered Belief for Bread
My famished fathers bartered belief for bread,
The Old Enchanter
The old enchanter who laid down his head
The Martyrs
The sexes walking, now separate and sore,
The Innocents (E.M.)
Bloody, and stained, and with mothers' cries,
Pages
Current Issue: No. 302
