Last Days
We visit by phone as the morphine haze
retreats, late afternoon, most days.
Our mingled past is set against the pin-
hole lights of cars cruising the blacked-out streets:
Most popular
- Francisco X. Alarcón - To Those Who Have Lost Everything
- Francisco X. Alarcón - “Mexican” Is Not a Noun
- Folk - "Robin the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben..."
- Folk - "Hickery Pickery, pease scon..."
- Joseph Brodsky - The End of a Beautiful Era
- Gordon Henry Jr. - When Names Escaped Us
- Folk - The magic porridge pot
- Richard Crashaw - Out of Catullus
- Quraysh Ali Lansana - faithless
- Mark Jarman - Unholy Sonnet 13