When She Pulled The Trigger
When she pulled the trigger
poetry
The Rife Kisses
The rife kisses
The Night Before Morning
With it all over
For a Poet Who Flipt
God, of course, got him
The Lady of the Lake
Vivian! my lovely wench,
Evening, July, Lake Simcoe, East Shore
Here by my ear where the sea surges forth
Spring Song
I am too concerned with your beauty,
Lunar Viewpoint
Perhaps the voyager toward the bones of truth,
Eight Poems
Here
Here civil war is guerilla blind.
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