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Ah, your scent takes me back to childhood days at the fair, to deep fried fat and diesel fumes, pickle brine and corn on the barbecue, stock car e..

I wandered onto some private land where willow trees invited me, to where branches sprung from the solid trunk and hung like the Fountain suspende..

What I think is an unfinished piece; certainly a first draft. Written for a creative writing exercise in The Lotus Eaters group.

Why do you hesitate? You see the snow trails the cold winds, now lies still for you like a new road you've never walked. Your eye is drawn..

On still water of the pond two natures you may notice-- where scum has been gathering there also grows the lotus.

An acrostic.

Published in UW-Green Bay's Sheepshead Review.

Written as a response to the painting by Monet. Published in UW-Green Bay's Sheepshead Review.

Published in Time of Singing.

In iris grows for you in a field of mine. I claim it such because the flower glows. The brightened yellow petals light bestows to draw with scent a..