The Elegance of a Simple Soul   Utterly out of place a sloth in a dark café movements too slow to be noticed a glass of port slips from her grip the pristine explosion at her feet in her hair in the lamplight everywhere inlaid an instant dissolves and in the next…

         Notes From Sarajevo   …a bullet in flight bears no sound   The city’s empty but for wind varying shades of darkness a woman kneeling under a briar from here she seems to be hiding if the shrub had a voice it would sing for water she’s found a crook in its…