I know enough to know it’s not spring until I see the snowfence coming down. Today, between the highway and the lake orange-vested men
For my brother, Dan 1962: What to do when neighbor beats upon neighbor’s Popular Mechanics bomb shelter door. You were what—four? Ann Hushel—three? That
When the young black man walks in, the baker stops kneading the dough, and holds each warm ball of it suspended. We say Tommy’s
It began as sacrifice. The favored son. The virgin. A chalice of blood: blod. Then surrogates: ram or doe. The prettiness Of a lamb.