Crude Drain
 the crude drain in a pair of pants snow squalls at the window  women dressed like children indignant...
 the crude drain in a pair of pants snow squalls at the window  women dressed like children indignant...
A Question for Dreams why do you bring the dead and write yourself in love’s light why her still and...
Holidays in the Sun  Mind and heart in revolt I trade this rain for feedback these branches are broken...
The Girl in the White T Shirt  Jack Spicer drank himself to death Olson drank himself to death, Lowell and...
 My sister lives out on the island And her husband takes the train He’s big and he’s fat And he...
I’ve always worked on Maggie’s farm. I’ve always hoped and dreamed there was a way out but...
Here’s a good poem for a bleak day, by Yeats, at the end of his life. Some poets you admire and some...
Recently I read a diatribe written by screenwriter Josh Olson, “I will Not Read Your Fucking Scriptâ€...