Pear Season & The Boy Who Ate Dandelions | Bill Bauer Poetry

MY BASEBALL CARD

Once, I hit a home run, a real one, that cleared the [...]

MY BASEBALL CARDBill Bauer2012-01-07T20:10:27+00:00

The man in the tired car trolling house to house [...]

NEIGHBORHOODS OF SHADY STREETSBill Bauer2012-01-07T21:03:51+00:00

(On Cliff Drive, 1950’s) On this humid night the half-painted [...]

NIGHTRIDERSBill Bauer2012-04-04T04:49:41+00:00

They catch the lie without blinking, boy playing little man, [...]

OLD AUNTSBill Bauer2012-01-07T21:03:17+00:00

The naked rock the mason chiseled and shaped rambles around [...]

OLD STONE WALLBill Bauer2012-01-07T20:53:04+00:00

If I buy you a new dress, a short one [...]

PEAR SEASONBill Bauer2012-04-04T04:26:50+00:00

Its petals on grass shimmer the day before flower uncurls [...]

PEAR TREE SHEDDING BLOSSOMSBill Bauer2012-01-07T21:08:19+00:00

(47th & Liberty , 1950’s) I rode my birthday [...]

POOR GIRLBill Bauer2012-04-04T04:35:23+00:00

PEARS HAVE VIRTUALLY NO NUTRITIONAL VALUE. THEIR RAISON D’ETRE IS [...]

PROLOGUEBill Bauer2012-01-07T19:23:55+00:00

On a park bench alone in his eighties, this he'll [...]

QUIET MANBill Bauer2012-04-04T04:42:55+00:00