Herbert Woodward Martin

We dance clumsily with our words while our pet dog controls the rhythm and the world does not know how to control him, nor release

The river in New Orleans shimmers like a thin black woman dancing on a dime. The temperature might have been lower than zero, but the

In Memory of Larry Kramer 1. They came sharp as stones of murder, heavy as water sharp as snow, the traces of ashes, the venom

I have seen the Oak Tree weep and I have no speculative answer nor spurious question as to why?   It has responded to a