Gerry Hill
#Issue 0683
- Prologue, Or Anecdote of the Poem by Robert Kroetsch
- This stone
- where I begin
- a million years older than the hand
- In the field my father thought was his
- the retreating
- what happened
- shaped like the stone
- now the field is mine because I gave it
- This won’t surprise you
- He was
- for the stone hammer
- untitled
