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*** My wings I hide; I am the angel of death dressed in camouflage; doe scent masks my murderous intent, waiting for the innoce..

*** The end of supper suggests sampling a sugared sweetness, trapping bits in enameled crevices between teeth where the..

*** (borrowed lines from D.H. Lawrence) Wrestling all night with an angel isn’t a big deal - try trying to track the ..

*** The curtain is still closed but the oboe’s moan ignites the house lights. They glow and grow brighter with the orc..

*** The book’s title is The Giant Book of Poetry: Does that mean the book is big or that a Giant wrote it? I can’t..

*** On a perfect day in May, the lake is placid, mirrored reflections of sterling puff-ball clouds languish amid a brilli..

*** In my dream, I bloom one night of the year. I’m a Queen of the Night, I grow down south near the border ..

*** Joe got dead. Says accident here in the paper. I didn’t know Joe. He worked at the power company. So it don&rsqu..

*** (three strange angels from “The Song of a Man Who has Come Through” by D.H. Lawrence) I fear the three str..

*** The leash tied to night is a knot attached to his stomach, and it tugs him to the car, impossible to throttle the..