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For My Daughter As She Leaves For CollegeA Poem by SteveBFOR MY DAUGHTER AS SHE LEAVES FOR COLLEGE When first I held you, still wet from the holy waters o.. |
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The Old Neighborhood After SandyA Poem by SteveBTHE OLD NEIGHBORHOOD AFTER SANDY Like the sea at ebb tide I am drawn back from whence I came, to t.. |
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On Seeing the 1911 Census of IRelandA Poem by SteveBON SEEING THE 1911 CENSUS OF IRELAND The name that first comes to view is not my grandfather’s but yours, the granduncle dead decades befor.. |
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First GenerationA Poem by SteveBFIRST GENERATION We are the children of exiles raised in the land of our fathers’ dreams but call.. |
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Child of the MoviesA Poem by SteveBChild of the Movies We learned of manhood from the movies we boys who’s father’s died too youn.. |
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Kindergarten CommandosA Poem by SteveBKINDERGARTEN COMMANDOS Kindergarten commandos in the year of ‘65 we played out father’s youth .. |
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The Last Summer of Willie MaysA Poem by SteveBThe Last Summer of Willie Mays It was the last summer of Willie Mays of comic books and baseball cards, .. |
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The Exotic in Great NeckA Poem by SteveBTHE EXOTIC IN GREAT NECK On aubergine satin sheets in a room of secret suburban sin the exotic sighs.. |
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Jazz on a Rainy NightA Poem by SteveBJazz on a rainy night Driving across the Hudson on a rainy Friday night. Chet Baker on the radio blowing co.. |
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