Michael John Nimchuk

Here by my ear where the sea surges forth

'John,' said Casey, picking up his towel and tossing it over his shoulder with a snap, 'When I marry I want my wife to be a virgin. It's as simply as that.'

Flame that flowered in all the hours

The professor sat in his wooden chair

When you have left your loves in anguish upon their beds

No rose,

A student came to our table