Poetry:
Cole, James
James Cole The Remains of Cong Abbey Over a rat's nest of crosses we climbed the few steps hulf lost in thought and half asleep in the sun. intimate and smooth like water on the field, the...
...intimate and smooth like water on the field, the animals calm- as though we had emerged from backbreaking depths where the only light was the Light of the World, its sweet surfaces in the dark...
Vol. 115 • August 1988 • No. 14