Cold Day in August
This month of hay and dusty cantaloupes
poetry
April Alchemy
How fine it is to have survived a year
Metamorphosis
First she thought I was a larva
Poem
'No Limit to luxury' she said
Truth and Mr. Layton
I'll not write of lovers' bangles
Credo
Why should Ichoose a rocky field
Red Astrachan Tree
Timber you are
Beauty is Only Thin Deep
I cannot play chess
We Can Only Take so Much. the Rest We Make Acceptable
'Sue, your ducks will winter on Winton Lake
Okay
We shouldn't really,
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