Double Lucy Books Susan M. Schultz A bald man pushes his grandmother in a wheelbarrow. So much depends. A small girl with a white scarf around her white face clutches a green apple.
Tractors pull farm equipment piled high with refugees.
The neighbor next door cried all afternoon Saturday. They are killing us, says a Serb spokesman. A pilot my mother knew told his girlfriend he'd never come back if she didn't marry him. She didn't, he didn't. Grail of moonlight on an ashcan.