The Northern Path Return to the place of divergence. An unconscious man poured out on the floorboards. In each conversation, when we speak of travel, he tells of a road in the north. “At first it seems common. . . If there are gentle hills, these sidle by like lambs toward a clover. Never a [...]
In one she lies in bloody paroxysms eyes flutter In another strolls beside me without a scar eyes flutter In others my brothers genuflect eyes flutter In this my nephew fills a fresh-dug grave Dreams. Dreams come before me with familiar casts and scripts. Without a moment of confusion I find my mark. All the [...]
