The 2015 VQR Writers’ Conference takes place August 12–16 in Charlottesville, Virginia. Designed for serious writers at all stages of their careers, the conference also includes panels and readings that are open to the public—featuring...
of myself, begging your pardon, as a young man,quick to draw arms, quickto take a fence for daggers toward myheart,
I give the black pit dream’s head,not fearing to hit bottom, to the waterI offer my head like a stone,
The death of the father is my shepherd,me maketh me three versions of wanting.
We have known such joy as a child knows.My sons, in whom everything rests,know that there were those who were deeplyin love,
I’m in a phone booth in Saratoga Springs.The water tastes awful, but very helpful.You aren’t answering, whatever I’m asking.
The first wife floats in memory calmlywho formerly was storm-tossed, who gaveat the edges a whitewash to those rocks
