Dear Peter Huggins,
Thank you for taking me back to my sweet home with your boldly-titled poetry collection, South. Blending the historic with the personal,...
False Alarm
Midtown, Manhattan, September 12, 2001
Floor 31
I’m going to die now, aren’t I?
I’m going to die right here, amongst strangers.
“There are reports of a...
In February: After a complaint to my acupuncturist before getting on her table.
There’s not even reason for hope till April.The robins will come, but...
The Shape of the Body, 1979
Margaret Schilling, January, Southeast Psychiatric Hospital, Athens, OH
They say the cold stopped your heart,the sun took your body,made a...
Frostbite
All snowflakes look very much alike;
like little white dots.
-The Smithsonian
They walked from club to club,
arms chain-linked. By the third club,
stumbling, holding tight, as...
