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English is not a languageone can ever get ahead of--there are just too many words!Like 'ludic' for example:meaning playful, as inspontaneous withouta ..
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I spent part of 1973-74 teaching in Cambodia-- this poem is my reaction to the terrible genocide inflicted by the Khmer Rouge on some of the gentlest ..
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I did not know how brave she was,ninety-two and I, seventy less,so young that old agewas textbook stuff:a fact of life,but not mine.I was alive and fr..
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Since men usually die first, I wondered how it might be when my wife and I find ourselves in different worlds.
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Little wildflowers of spring blanket my backyardtill the mower comes.Reluctant leaves fallfrom the old tree showeringan old man walking.(c. 2012)
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A few words on my poem making as I turn inexorably into the home stretch of this life.
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It is the turning month,the time when life sleepsand our dreams shiver...when night grows bolder, darker, colder,and daylight seems soweak, slight, be..
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Unlike you,I will not renouncethe passion of my youth,now I am old andthe fire burns low.I do regret my sins,mostly of omission:failing to tell of lov..
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Love is not known, andcan never be known...Love cannot be weighedlike bullion or flour.Love cannot be roped--a wild mustang runningfree, never tethere..
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They were once fine,long-fingered and aristocratic, photographedresting lightly on a model'sshoulder as she wore a mink and clutched a Gucci.In childh..
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