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My parents worked with aeronauts; They peregrinated everywhere, And took me with them east and west On flights across this continent, Across the s..

Lord, how Miller could fulminate, Decry his low station in life, then profess Not to care--a lesson that I should heed? His relentless whine, Even..

There's a candidate out there In the field Whose name, like that Of Rowling's villain, I cannot bear to hear or speak: I call him Frump. Far mor..

Helene was my mother's name . . . And now a likewise-aliased storm Is wheeling across the Gulf in her honor, Or so I'd like to believe. Independen..

Autumn clematis blankets the hedges In petaled snowfalls; Perky zinnias refuse to wither; Angel wings, nodding fair, Abound along a low brick wall..

The Bard looks down on his stolen domain And despairs. This realm would be his but for the tenets Of adequacy. The once-fertile land has been deba..

These are the commoners' tombs, These are the catacombs of the once-living; Trapped in chambers of emphatic habit, They lack self-sufficiency and i..

The hibiscuses are flourishing In their tidy slough Within the triple interstice Of layby lanes. Wilty crimson disks Proclaim their impassivity, ..

Collaboration? Its very mention Turns my stomach. This tickertape machine has clattered In perfect rhythm and harmony For decades under its Bellj..

We tend to forget How most of the world works; I'm guilty of that, too. Paupers eke out stability In narrow margins, A bare existence, While her..