"Starknowing. He places his hand in hers,/ but she doesn’t recognize it. What was love once/ is beyond forgotten now, is never having known"

"But give me your silences,/ and I will wear them on my clothes,"

On the long trip home they stopped in Glanmore

When my father totaled the white Volvo

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks!

It might interest you to know that at least three of the 12 people who have rest areas named after them on the New Jersey Turnpike have some historical association with this magazine.