Every Season
At flashpoint leaves fall, Light, air, shell, in after-seasons; Where I lived the British well-being of children out of sight, Towns, mining valleys, a child bouncing on......
Bed And Breakfast
I smoke in bed, seeing myself in mirrors. This is not home, where I do not smoke in bed Or see myself in mirrors. In the room through one wall Radio Caroline plays a comic......
Facts
Winter is coming soon. I know because It always does. Hush. You can feel the chill wind blow, Carrying snow, Carrying dark. The branches lean And let their leaves down. I Look......
Four Poems
Primary Sources I in the quiet and oak Cores of the house stripping by (To rest my eyes' over-reading) The mellow of a candle. My bed Expectant, comprehending. I glimpse From......
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