My Poetry
Days were not identical… Read more
O ye whose aggravations ye unload / And violence by your large hands allow… Read more
Evaluation, in most minds, / Focused is on expiation… Read more
… One thing you can’t countenance / And that is poetry Read more
Let the mountains lift your eyes / Let the sunshine lift your soul… Read more
Losing hope, inexorably, / That I’ll ever thrive. Read more
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