Add to ORKGI who never ask for signs beg for a sign I will accept mud tracks across my kitchen floor as omen that I am not frozen forever in February. And I who never sing hymns will sing grateful hymns on my knees as I scrub mud omens of grasslife under deep snows..
Got any gum, Willie? He squinted down at me from the top of the ladder where he was listlessly push...
Two gone. . . the voice in approved fluctuations gouges respectful words into sun-warm-alabaster air...
On a gray plain of frigid waste clings a twisted bush stung by tiny shards of sterile ice Bitter win...
Footprint line obvious imprint individually lost from the crowd that stampled; path happy, street sl...
I\u27ve had more than 500 poems published. Of course, they\u27ve been mostly in obscure publications...
A newsletter published for Deaf Catholics in Paterson, NJ Signs of Faith Finding Ai
A newsletter published for Deaf Catholics in Paterson, NJ Signs of Faith Finding Ai
Frustration born in blood stained sheets drip drip drip and then again like Burke as we look for gar...
I will go now, when the campus light is dim, In the fresh fall wind of September, I will go now and ...
The dry day dies as many have before, In the steel-gray death of a bloodless sun; Mortician night sh...
WHO—CHIEF? Naw, he just sets in that there rocker and stares at the street. Come out of the hills ab...
Muffled yardlight eye reaches for the foggy earth Headlights pan Tires scratch into furrows Weeds br...
Hot still Sundays fanning ladies advertized Elzie Funeral Home sweated dark spots on mail-order dres...
On either side of me the great wheels turn, Sifting the hot dry earth into the air like smoke..
Someday through a silvery moonglow a voice will open a howl will scatter the stars, a shriek not ent...
Got any gum, Willie? He squinted down at me from the top of the ladder where he was listlessly push...
Two gone. . . the voice in approved fluctuations gouges respectful words into sun-warm-alabaster air...
On a gray plain of frigid waste clings a twisted bush stung by tiny shards of sterile ice Bitter win...
Footprint line obvious imprint individually lost from the crowd that stampled; path happy, street sl...
I\u27ve had more than 500 poems published. Of course, they\u27ve been mostly in obscure publications...
A newsletter published for Deaf Catholics in Paterson, NJ Signs of Faith Finding Ai
A newsletter published for Deaf Catholics in Paterson, NJ Signs of Faith Finding Ai
Frustration born in blood stained sheets drip drip drip and then again like Burke as we look for gar...
I will go now, when the campus light is dim, In the fresh fall wind of September, I will go now and ...
The dry day dies as many have before, In the steel-gray death of a bloodless sun; Mortician night sh...
WHO—CHIEF? Naw, he just sets in that there rocker and stares at the street. Come out of the hills ab...
Muffled yardlight eye reaches for the foggy earth Headlights pan Tires scratch into furrows Weeds br...
Hot still Sundays fanning ladies advertized Elzie Funeral Home sweated dark spots on mail-order dres...
On either side of me the great wheels turn, Sifting the hot dry earth into the air like smoke..
Someday through a silvery moonglow a voice will open a howl will scatter the stars, a shriek not ent...
Got any gum, Willie? He squinted down at me from the top of the ladder where he was listlessly push...
Two gone. . . the voice in approved fluctuations gouges respectful words into sun-warm-alabaster air...
On a gray plain of frigid waste clings a twisted bush stung by tiny shards of sterile ice Bitter win...