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i. When it was her time, I moved back home Without hesitation or reservation, As sometimes the bonds that are least explicit Are ..

There are oceans between us (at your insistence), Though hearts are mapped by their own wan geography Immune to such trifling matters as ..

What did the poet say? Success is counted sweetest by those who ne’er succeed, Yet such a sentiment is wrong, deeply and distressin..

He had been the bright, shining hope du jour, Producing bits of promising prose poking out of obscure journals And higher-brow magazines he..

He’d been away for any number of years, Days cascading over the spillway of time Into pools of weeks, oxbows of months, And tho..

It was, as one long-forgotten Sixties’ comic suggested, probably due to all the codeine in the cough syrup. Whatever the cause may have bee..

He nurses his coffee, by himself most days, But occasionally with the one or two others Who constitute the bulk of the clientele of t..

I am the Lorax, who once spoke for the treesIn the vain hope of bringing progress to its knees But now I have grown somewhat older and ti..

It was not smoke getting in my eyes; More likely the third shot of Wild Turkey in relatively short order Which made my eyes a bit mis..

It would be inaccurate, indeed downright unfair, To label her as a convenience, Certainly no matter of being any port in a storm; She f..