December 22, 2016
Peter Streckfus 1. We’ll eat figs, black ones, dried while it rains outside, while it rains through the doors and windows There will be very little speaking during the meal mostly tasting...
Peter Streckfus The peacock is so extravagant His cry so open His form so forgiven God, what else could a man or woman want than to be the blessed...
Table of Contents Poetry Jeffrey Schwarz, “Why I Cannot Write at Home”, “Harm Unto Death” Peter Streckfus, “The Carpenter”, “Death in a Fig” Amy...
