RED CHAIRS
We sit against their backs on those days mounds of [...]
We sit against their backs on those days mounds of [...]
Stefano, laying on the sand in the Caribbean, spotted a [...]
In twilight the bland west side of the blond brick [...]
For them we must speak words never again spoken, words [...]
Arthur Godfrey, halfway through his radio show, tossed aside the [...]
Now that his spice jars are A to Z, sadness [...]
My mother’s a stranger to me In the country, and [...]
In the back seat of Clement’s red convertible hair of [...]
Snow settles peacefully down twenty story alleys onto daughters and [...]