The Farmer’s Daughter Takes a Lover
Posted in Poems on Jun 29th, 2009 No Comments »
In summer the sun burns my arms brown
and the hair on my shoulders white as ashes
Archive for June, 2009
Enough to Go By
Posted in Arthurian on Jun 29th, 2009 No Comments »
“What’s it like, when you’re sick?” he asks, lying in bed beside Sagramore, pressing the cold wet rag against his chest and forehead. “What does it feel like?”
“I cannot say,” Sagramore says dizzily. “I always forget.
Geriatric Ward
Posted in Poems on Jun 10th, 2009 No Comments »
dying women have cold bruised feet
and edema in their calves;