Heads were rolling down the highway in high slat trucks. …
Sandra McPherson
White lather on black soap— …
I accompany this life’s events like a personal journalist: …
The child I left your class to have …
We are dropping one and gaining two—. …
This water flows dark red …
“What can or ought …
They so liked breast milk; …
One conversation, one only, remaining: …
Lions don’t need your help. In the Serengeti, …
I was making a new friend, …
The man vending needles at our door …
The names of things—sparks! …
B.D. was a decent …
I know a little what it is like, once here at high tide …
A girl moaning: I don’t …
... who spoke late …
Mr. Hollingshead fell on his violin-playing wrist today. …
Friend, remember how you showed us beasts love beauty? …
She was in love with the same danger …