The Lady in White
The lady in white
poetry
A Few Words
The palest, thinnest sun.
Years Later to Penelope
How can I tell you of this?
Ombre
They are right, you know,
Science Fiction Poem
Before a convulsion of headlines
Am I the Only Lonely One?
'Hail to thee blithe spirit. Bird thou never wert .'
Travel Talk
He came to London
She
She is as doves that hover over caves
Monologue by the Window
Your card game, a pinched bruise: 'Please mail my coat.
The Severed Head
Professor Guillotine was wrong.
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