The Mark

Rae Gouirand       Harriet Kelly had other plans for her middle son (Gene) – namely, the law. What else for a boy who dared to ride   a tricycle missing handlebars down Mellon Street, come home with an…

Both at Once

  Rae Gouirand     The question is always what I want, not what is wanting—   what end I will make of this walk which edge I will take for myself.   Before one blue one gold I know…

Extinctions

Rae Gouirand     Box as metaphor, bowl as metaphor, one can’t help but compare—   —I look around my house at what it contains, which is   mostly open things, cross the valley I live in to find the…