Joe Turns Forty
There’s forty and then there’s death.
The skin tells the teeth to get ready.
Eyes turn full circle in their sockets.
Nothing like watching a brain shrink. 316 more words
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Dylan Thomas at the Whitehorse
We go there –
the Whitehorse –
to indulge ourselves
in the very same place
where Dylan Thomas claimed… 129 more words
2 weeks, 4 days ago
Matterofprayer: A Year of Everyday Prayers – Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Characteristics of the Soul—Plus Vitamins.
I very much like this book—this collection of essays from different authors. 346 more words
3 weeks, 2 days ago
Least Bittern Books
Cigarette droops from mouth,
like it’s been pressed hard against
rusty barbed wire –
ground fog yet to rise,
out to break mustangs… 275 more words
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An old Ford is dragged out of the weeds,
a rusty car corpse, ten years of miles,
encased in three feet of mud.
Kids line up along the river, 207 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
Our Day's Encounter
A Poem by John Grey
It’s not what I expected on my return.
My boyhood home hadn’t changed
one slap of paint, one poster on the wall. 111 more words
2 months, 4 weeks ago
given Harry Potter horns
I even asked Santa for rakshasa –
and virgin, whatever that means.
but I expect you’d prefer something older… 80 more words
3 months, 1 week ago