Olly Olly Oxen Free

Can you imagine it? 

A world away from the hunters, 
But not any old hiding place 
That was child’s play, 

And surely not 

Kicking the bucket somewhere 
Flush out in the open while in thicket 
The deer and the antelope pray. 

Introducing the Black Hole Conspiracy

If verses both light and dark have been writ o’er 
The eons under the heavens and are now 

Countless as the stars, where oh where

On earth are the subversives 

Too numerous to mention? 

Little "Shaver" (Paper Boy), August, 1905

(photograph by Lewis W. Hine)

Barefoot, leaning 
Back against gigantic candy- 
Striped barber pole, 

Says he’s six years old, all of 
Forty-one inches high, the paper he’s holding 
That takes up half his frame holds 

All the news you’d want to know. 

Eonian Mode

Though the wind laments in fits 
And starts betwixt silences, 

Still its song remains one 
Long—nay—endless 

Sigh. 

Looking Backward

Of course you know one foot goes 
Before the other but what if 

You say it led you the other way?