Monthly Archives: January 1998


William Hogarth made the world with etchings of which I heard when I was young and saw a few years later in a London museum. His city was raw—too rough for unseasoned idealists (like I was then) to fathom. There … Continue reading

Jepson Island

for D. H. C., Jan. 7, 1927-July 30, 1997 If only the roses could throw off their mantle of death, the half-sheared mid-summer cape of blooms— long past prime and drying, their petals flaking like dead skin to the touch— … Continue reading