A hawk, inall its glory, perches only a few feet from where I sit, a hawk, mind you, those
Read MoreSue told me.I laughed and said I’d write a poem about the idea.
Read MoreOh no!The damn thing is gone and my life is suddenly isolated.
Read MoreI drag the pestle across the wooden toad’sarched ridge so it may croak. When I first heard the sound, the realization that who- ever carved the little dude, hollowed out its
Read MoreFirst tasted in 1949 out of Judy’s lunch bag,a luxury never before experienced. A new idea in flavor and crunchy biting, imaginative, setting up possibilities not dreamed before.
Read MoreThe Sunday Trainscome through clogging weekend traffic like a fatty buildup in veins. I dashed out from the new little
Read MoreThis morning before the oppressiveheat arrived, new life danced across the fields through the tall grasses with the trees swaying rhythmically.
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