My neighbor doesn’t break down cardboard, recycle plastic, cans, paper, [...]

Inside is where the Haves hide to avoid the wind, [...]

I wore a sharp black beard as a temple guard [...]

Of top drawer not much remains known, nor of high [...]

Once slammed shut, contrary ideas lay crushed at the neck, [...]

Really? Flick your cigarette butts onto the grassy bluff above [...]

Back in style for the man who chases youth and [...]

In matters of life and world, dark and light, time [...]

In the twilight afternoon where the breeze lifts the branches [...]

We might have called a book, "Pelvic Crush," drawn pictures [...]