I can spew out poems
on a white page...
I know I should live in the country, but I fear
for my soul overstretching. It might bloat in the...
I sing of heroes.
Of Achilles and Patroclus...
No one wants to be alone
Yet all are lonely...
From passing storm with trying times,
my vessel worn from smeared begrimes...
Sue grew up in a normal home,
Green lawn, white picket fence...
~ For those of you who know me you will understand...
For those of you who don't know me ... I would...
I could taste
The deceit on...
Black feathers remain grounded
over petals, horizons are camouflaged...
A clot of words
A fist of eyes...
Shafts of sunlight
Fill my bedroom...
It was the year of 1927
Coolidge was President...