Jim Lark
Jim Lark has quit hanging sheetrock to attend truck driver’s school for a new job with COSMEP.
— From April 1977
Poetry
Mer de Glace
Under ice / we breathe in shrunken sentences, / locked in / by the firn dome overhead / moving through our white sleep / like a clock’s hour hand.
February 1976
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