Poem: Landscape
2008
I drive across the High Bridge with Saint Paul sprawling before me, built on hills like Rome itself.
Poem: Riding the 16
2008
Forty-five minutes in the 2000s Is enough time to write A small book of poems But they never seem to come Until you're furthest away from a pen.
River Prayer
By Linda Back McKay ● 2007
The old man was not really in a rowboat under the Mississippi River bridge. He was in the process of turning inside himself, as we all will do one day...