Author: Donald Hall

December twenty-first We gather at the white Church festooned Red and green, the tree flashing Green-red lights beside the altar. […]

Katie could put her feet behind her head Or do a grand plié, position two, Her suppleness magnificent in bed. […]

when my father had been dead a week I woke with his voice in my ear I sat up in […]

The clock of my days winds down. The cat eats sparrows outside my window. Once, she brought me a small […]

In the mid August, in the second year Of my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winter Almost […]