Above the Roof
26 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4
poetry
In black branches hanging
over the roof, four or five
crab apples, overripe. Even
when no one is looking, walls
exhibit images made by the troubled hands.
Packing List
24 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4
poetry
Washed from my hands
a thin film after shelving
jars filled with leeches pond
lilies green stems so when
the time comes to extract
bad blood mixing with the good
I feel nothing…
