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A SHORT HISTORY OF FAILURE “Stop trusting in man who is but a breathin his nostrils; of what account is he?” -- Isai..
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ON THE ROAD (WITHOUT CASSADY,KEROUAC & LUANNE HENDERSON)I sit between my parents; I’mseven, maybe eight years old. The green glow of..
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FIELD NOTES WHILE WALKING BUCK HOLLOW ROAD IN JUNEI write my wanderings in a notebook resting on a locus fence post ‘desk,’ which ..
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PORTRAIT OF AN ONLINE POET -- for AnastasiaShe wore poems around her neck like amulets to ward off the virtual dangers of cyberspace, singin..
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Found an old poem I wrote years ago and did some reminiscing.
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The final installment
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No sooner on the street the next morning,someone offered hashish for a price. Advised to be wiser than their age and desires, "no thanks" was..
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FRIDAY, 6:37 AMOkay . . . here’s how it is.After reading a short history on Robert Lowell’s later poemswhile lying in bed and drin..
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When the poetaster complained to a train-riding, vineyard-owning, Englishspeaking French woman of the French refusal to speak English, she rep..
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An aging man's memory
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