When I asked Robert Wynne to join me as co-editor of a new poetry anthology, his immediate response was When do we start? Only
Translated by Parviz Omidvar and Iraj Omidvar No one cares for the flowers. No one cares for the goldfish. No one wants to believe
On descending light, the pink shore of evening— before me: brittle, dusty old negroes step slowly up through accordian doors, and disappear— streetcar’d away
historical marker at Dekalb County Courthouse, Decatur, GA in honor of Gen. Joseph Wheeler General Hardee’s orders were brief: Break Sherman’s supply line and