Holden the Plaintifs Prayer
Wind oh wind will cover thee
poetry
The Bells
The bells were full of noise, he said,
Pool of Borough Park
Borough Park dreams of a park since its birth.
Wine
The tongue ages, the fist cold
Myself to Pardon
'I will deny myself,' I said
Beltane
Sometimes her trace weaves into forest
Forgotten Country
Ridge upon ridge scatters its sparse birch
Spring is When Winds
Spring is when winds
For Kaspar
Time is not forever
Today and Yesterday
looking at forever from the tar-papered roof
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