In the Year of the Etruscans
5 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry
My water-self opened our water-door
With a water-key, stepped across
The rippled threshold.
I loved him like salt.
During the Ice Age
2 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
poetry
Even when the slapping northerlies subsided
Everything leaned away in visible pain.
Just Keep Moving, in Latin, across our coat of arms…