Awarded the Editor's Prize in Poetry
After Donating Money to the S.F. Aids Walk
For Dan Allen
by Linda Serrato
Some nights aren't really black
they're rather a shade of death
or grief...as when I heard that
Dan Allen had died
such a gentle heart and mind
strange, though, the last
time I saw him
he was not gentle
he was not really Dan
the illness eating
at his brain,
the fear at his soul
THAT IS THE WORST FUCKING POEM
I'VE EVER HEARD