by Adeline Macdonald Clean steam iron the linen sheets, white and crisp and beautiful and without fault or fold White walls upon white walls with nothing to upset you or hurt you or make you cry or want to leave or want to think Do you love it? Is it…
By Bradley Hamlin Rachmaninoff and I feel her brown eyes like oblivion and bliss listening to “Rhapsody on a theme of Paganini” at 3 a.m. tired but I slept when I held her in her house last night and those eyes were closed to drunken winters and I wonder how…