To A Boy Walking His Bike Uphill
I don’t envy you your mortal enemies – coaches, scoutmasters, [...]
I don’t envy you your mortal enemies – coaches, scoutmasters, [...]
We weep today for those whose names are carved on [...]
Pure Dionysian, I fostered no conviction on the nature [...]
No tennis rackets or courts nearby we invented our own [...]
The cardboard boxes labeled and neatly stacked contain what he [...]
Woman, man, man, woman, straight as corn stalks, formal as [...]
Their throats roared to Harley heights, exhaust sounds of “vroom, [...]
Was my mother ever as beautiful as these women in [...]