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Greeting Death When Death comes, he will not find me with hands in pockets. No, I am going to tip my hat and look the other way. Going to ..

Ivory teeth trace patterns of vermillion passion. Her gentle bites across my almond chest stain the flesh with crimson ink, leaving evidence..

read by some. lived by all. a quiet life of faith. executions in the name of religion. a mother holding a folded flag. friendly fire. tear..

Grandma’s old straw hat rides low on her brow. When hilling potatoes, sweat rings the brim. Twine provides a strap. Sometimes, when a gust ..

Chrome 383 small block, double-hump heads, fuel injection, supercharger a midnight cruise flaming hot licks on black lacquer paint street light..

An Etheree

When he lit a warming fire while floating in his cold kayak, the Eskimo quickly sank in the freezing water. Therefore, by his drowning he di..

By nine, trucks old and new line the street, spilling into the yard. Jim Beam and George Dickel lubricate the chord progression. Drinks go down, ..

Contemporary poets know that free-verse poems are the rage; most rhyme and meter quit the stage. If only Buk had been a Poe! I know these ..

I saw him in my bookstore. He, barely of shaving age, is wearing a blue, pin-point oxford, emblazoned with a dazzling, colorful corporate moniker -..