Two Poems Issue no. 50 Fall 1970 Bands of distracted emotions snap gettingwider as daytime colors sink and roll on theirsides. White powders smashed tight into
Three Poems Issue no. 45 Winter 1968 Against the way she’d put it to a fault, with gulls like tears upon a face, and landlocked sound, an open “e”
Two Poems Issue no. 41 Summer-Fall 1967 It’s a socket—I don’t know how, but you soon learn to count millions into that province; they roar and change, and that's all,