There came a stranger’s car up the drive a man got out and stood there in the eaves a green-brimmed hat concealed the stranger’s face a hand rapped on the door like rustling leaves a voice spoke words… more →
Todd Anthonywrote 6 hours ago: There came a stranger’s car up the drive a man got out and stood there in the eaves a green-brimmed … more →
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wrote 9 months ago: Standing on the dry crumbling dirt, listening to the voice, he thinks not of the road far away, can … more →
wrote 11 months ago: Written in 2005/06, Fist Through Glass Desire is a collection of visual poems by Portland writer Tod … more →