By Tony Trigilio It’s early-autumn 1993 and I’ve just sat down for an office-hour appointment with my Northeastern University…
Nine Poems, by Tony Trigilio
Backfire in the ’90s Backfire in the ’90s: a minute of mag- nolia, bobbing, nearly gave away its militant…
Eight Poems, by Tony Trigilio
Missing Time Her turquoise ring vanished, pink mystery stains on her dress, silver-dollar circles scorched on the Bel…