Torsade Literary Space Eight: Queen’s Bishop (poem)
Queen’s Bishop What if we did a game sometime? Reasons not to be arrested she thinks, more her concern than his On this day the two walk through plowed snow mounting the curb socks chunking up with ice, ice seeping into soles No closet space, she thinks of that cold from […]
Catastrophe (part eleven)
Jean Hess La Catastrophe de la Martinique (part eleven) But what, better than phrases, will permit you to imagine this destruction, are photographs. I have brought back many. I am publishing a few. Look at these, consider these—a countryside of crushed stone. And crushed […]