Reviewed by Dave Seter Childhood can be a time of intense joy and disappointment. An old idiom counsels: children should be seen and not
As the windows of the house tell me the time of day in light her vase set on the dining room table tells me
Who can blame them? For calling like banshees after years underground, making public the very private act of living? Their amber, alien husks
It does not equal a ¼ cup, a soft boil, a bird in a hand. If one of the two bluebirds we saw flee