Category: poems

The way the plovers cry goodbye.The way the dead fox keeps on looking down the hill with open eye.The way

I was sad all day, and why not.  There I was, books piledon both sides of the table, paper stacked

I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made. from The Laws of God, The Laws of Man,

Tell me who canCatch a toucan?Lou can.  Just how few canRide the toucan?Two can.  What kind of goo canStick you

Am I a horrible person Am I selfish Am I dying Would my grandparents say Where did my grandparents come

this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red-faced alcoholic father with

karen does nothing

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