Letter to a Sculptor
Broken cars shade form black to rust -
poetry
On 'Sensitivity'
What they call sensitivity
Anima
Given to love, that we must fail
There is a Girl
There is a girl my heart aches for
The Dog Fox
The dog fox yipping in the hedge
Revenant
The day my father died in burning fall,
Bathing Suits
Yesterday Jimmy showed me
Bitterness Fouls his Breath
There the old man sits.
August Thirty First
Hurry, hurry from the beach!
Peach Blossoms
Coast coddled against pane of picture window
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