bill8461 | Bill Bauer Poetry

MOUNTAIN

They are not dead, just old and slow to [...]

MOUNTAINbill84612026-01-31T00:08:46+00:00

The beach people yelled at Stefano, the story monger, “Enough! [...]

FIGMENTS OF GRANDIOSITYbill84612026-01-31T00:08:33+00:00

(1950's) The bungalow smells heavy of chest rub, instant chicken [...]

HOWDY DOODY DAYSbill84612026-01-31T00:08:32+00:00

IN THE REIGN OF OUR TERROR "There was a steel [...]

IN THE REIGN OF OUR TERRORbill84612026-01-31T00:08:32+00:00

Charles, a long time ago donkeys were horses who couldn’t [...]

HOW DONKEYS GOT BIG EARSbill84612026-01-31T00:08:32+00:00

Lukas joked he always had to do everything twice [...]

JOB’S DAY OFFbill84612026-01-31T00:08:32+00:00

Early summer morning on the library steps Terri in floral [...]

GIRLFRIENDSbill84612026-01-31T00:08:32+00:00

The calf born out of season waits in her stall [...]

ORPHANSbill84612026-01-31T00:08:31+00:00

No flower, May, curls of stiff whiskers twisting on her [...]

MY OLD FRIEND, MAYbill84612026-01-31T00:08:31+00:00

Nights chilly now, wool mittens lost, coatless, an infested blanket [...]

PRELUDE TO SNOWbill84612026-01-31T00:08:30+00:00