Tightly packed as apples, and gently bruised…
Quilting
These phrases, stitched together, must convey…
When Boys Are Lost In Caves
When boys are lost in caves, we should go in.
The Consolation of Geography
Though now and then, at twelve, I bored myself…
Revealing, Concealing
Exercises in journal-keeping and notes…
Squealing Garlic, Sacrificial Beans
Mid-sixties, north of Bangkok, midday heat.
Drifting Off
Years later, I was trying to describe…
Statistics & Butterflies
Stalin was quoting a German satirist’s…
Seasons of Wind, Mud, Shadows and Pain
January stumbled in, stage right…