“faintest breaths…”…“another thing,” my poem
they never look up
“a dancing wight”…“Another time,” my poem
no song sublime
The Eye of the Story…book review
essays and reviews by Eudora Welty
Our Ancient Faith…book review
not really a Lincoln book
“we think dirt is dirty…”…my poem
“we tend to be messy…”
chat with a chippie?…my poem
different lives…
“way up there,” that bird…my poem
her pacific view
lean back and listen…my poem
a few tinkling keys
no words needed… “nondescript,” my poem
a rummage of grey, the clouds
iambic pentameter, a sample…my poem
the words I want