Poetry
After Irma
"We all have ways of hoarding our lives"
Seth Speaks
A poem that I heard in a dream the moment before I woke up.
Chiasmus
"By day I cry; moans escape me at night"
Her Studies
"The life of the mind is her new-found realm"
Anniversary I
"Look where we are! Strange, new, unplanned - we sail"
Solace
"Mid-December"
Primitives
"Sex is something that does not concern us"
Ever Journey
Written by my brother when he was very, very young.
