Stephen Dobyns: Santiago in Winter
He is gone now, the blind man, tidily dressed
in a suit of dust, with a dusty tie and dark glasses,
who played the clarinet on Paseo Huerfanos,
the paseo of the orphanage…
September 8, 2019 · 2 Comments
Molly Fisk: Orion Over Burning Man
Last night at dusk a log cabin rumbled past,
front porch with three rockers, gable window.
May 29, 2019 · 1 Comment
Stephen Dobyns: Stars
The man took the wrong fork in the road. It was out in the country. They saw no signs. It was getting dark. They began to blame each other. Should … Continue reading
July 16, 2017 · 1 Comment
