Two large trees drop their early pecans against the roof. It’s nearly fall, and the sound reminds me of footsteps. This morning one fell, rolled and...
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Lilac Y Nido
A gruesome unskilled depiction, But nonetheless mine. I have drawn The great poet as if poured in marble, Languid and without perspective, lunar Moths float a corona and her eternal white Gown hemmed in flames. Because I cannot stop the mandible Of my mind —maker and...
What One Might Make of Visions
When first I learned that I might soon join the ranks of the departed, I was surprised by the odd thoughtthat if this departure were yet to happen, it would prove to be ...