A Lilac Begins To Leaf
Last night the memory of her mother walked out into the parking lot of the Long Rail Tavern at precisely five minutes to twelve. Where her tears fell, tiny puffs …
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Last night the memory of her mother walked out into the parking lot of the Long Rail Tavern at precisely five minutes to twelve. Where her tears fell, tiny puffs …
Read MoreIn the eye of sleep, brushing against some spelunker’s rope, the mind comes undone and stitches memories to dreams. Who will imagine that within the wriggling and miraculous morning estuary …
Read MoreRain drops— an inverted flock hanging on blue laundry line Rain weights radiant clematis petals white to earth Rain gleams dull surfaces darkens others The bounce, the tap, pelt, pinprick, …
Read MoreIn the summer of 1970, Shelly Grimson, a twenty-two-year-old university student with long hair, an army jacket, and a camera, was sent on a mission by poet and editor Gary …
Read MoreBefore I read this first poem I should tell you that my paternal grandfather had a gold pocket watch with a lid over the watch’s face. In his later years …
Read More“The cliché is your enemy.” –from a handbook on writing It is not easy to admit this on paper, but the surface of the lake is sparkling very much like …
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