Listen closely I’ll tell you this about the town where ghosts live From the once grand hotel to a house secluded on a hill you can…
Tag: poets
We have here rats the size of Nutria running and hiding in the walls of history Sometimes, I think I’ll see one asking out Mary…
Some men see colors and grow crops at the foot of rainbows They paint sunsets balancing on terraces singing of cloudless climes Some men make…
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I…
If I could win a Pushcart Prize I would never put the cart before a certain furry farm animal because I know better than to…
Open the door now. Go roll up the collar of your coat To walk in the changing scarf of mist. Tell your sins here to…
I missed National Poetry Day, or maybe I was a day early by posting the extraordinary work of Langston Hughes. I have many favorite poets,…
Let’s write a dim, pastoral scene at the edge of a cliff far from a city of swans then perhaps, relive the scene from its…