See the Apple Picking Faces
See the apple picking faces
poetry
This Is Not Paradox
Motions stream like light across
Present Till Presently
What holds this night, hold my heart,
Portrait
Do not start with
In the Park
We sat on a bench
The Gull
Scatheless the bird
Ah Mephistopheles'Come not Lucifer, I'll burn my books.'
I too,
Scenarios for a Lover: I
He thinks he keeps his love poised
Death is a Clogging Fellow
Death is a clogging fellow who, unobserved,
Apples
The core of the apple
Pages
Current Issue: No. 301
