The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.
Paul EngleWriting is like this -- you dredge for the poem's meaning the way police dredge for a body. They think it is down there under the black water, they work the grappling hooks back and forth.
Paul EngleI had been warned about Jews by my gentile friends - they did terrible things with knives to boys.
Paul Engle