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Yes, by all means  This time do set it down  Right, reticent one, clearly  And cleanly as possible, all the way  To its worm-eaten core—   ...

There was nothing  He couldn’t do,   And he did it so well He never had to try.                 

Many the battles over  Common ground till    One finally approaches  A poem on its own terms—    Tattered white flag in one hand,  Fingers c...

Russell Streur, the innkeeper over at the veritable Plum Tree Tavern was kind enough—and I thank him once again--to include one of my poems ...

Miserable cur that you are,  You still need not  Agonize over    A poem's arrival as if it were  Some long-overdue missive  From a missi...