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What will be the fate of this smug little poem? Will it claw its way into a reputable tome, Or languish forever, encrusted in dust Li..

Up at Sky Meadows We sweated through our circuit, Uphill and down, of four-plus miles. A refreshing ripple, a clear-sky draft Breezed across the..

If you write and revise, And in doing so, recycle Your rough and rouged drafts, Beware! Be sure to shred those pages, Lest some friend--a fiend ..

I come across death at every turn: Two squirrels today, and four birds. It's been raining a lot--is that the cause? Friends say their friends are..

The cicadas expertly play Nature's glass harmonica: One sustained note, A summation of their sexuality Without climax; A month-long melodeon reci..

"You look young for your age," Said the impersonal stranger Writing from his postcard stronghold In the cybernaut dimension. Age not withstanding,..

There was little time to devote to reflection As we stared at the stone that bears his name On the verdant hill above the river. We had toured his ..

As if time's dominion was ever in doubt, See how in a lifespan three wracks came about: First Seneca's Sentinel tumbled down; Next, Wall Arch colla..

I just met one man of my dreams-- I say "one" for I have multifarious dreams-- Who is bright and bold and articulate, Worldly, industrious, and n..

One sot says to his fellow sot: "Why don't they love us? Another shot!" The second then says to sot the first: "Damn our vile and unquenchable thir..