Reading “Shadowlands” to a Friend At The Sepulveda Dam by Lois P. Jones

              Did my eyes avoid yours, Brother?             ~ Johannes Bobrowski, German lyric poet and soldier   Mustard grass to our hips – sallow as Gauguin’s Yellow Christ, it blows its seed, mixing with the must of mule fat and sage. When the wind … Continue reading Reading “Shadowlands” to a Friend At The Sepulveda Dam by Lois P. Jones