You must sit down and taste. —George Herbert That morning, Gilmore and Mary Francessacrificed a lamb for us. Gilmore said,With a cool hand,I slit the throat,the lamb did not suffer. We gathered around the lambskin-draped picnic table. Direct from the open fire,we ate everyt

My name streams from your mouth—an adagio with indentations anda scent of sacrifice.I see my namewritten ingrass style calligraphy.I want to slide into each strokeand swim with each stroke.I am a dolphin swimming,bobbing up and downalong the Wai’anae coastI am afraid of drowning.The dolp