Ashes in Grand Central Terminal
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
poetry
Weather descends the stone steps—
sea of hats, hoods, shoulders
headed to the trains. Somehow I remain…
Avalanche
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
poetry
I haven't had sex like that since:
Aspen, snowed-in,
your thumb
deep in my anus, heart…