world

As the years drain away from all of us, poems too pass into the past. Sometimes you just have to …

whether or not I’m a good lover. I’m more concerned with whether or not I’m a good friend. I’m more …

I watched the last of yesterday bleed off the river to the tones of trumpet and cymbal; the reeds were …

Years ago I heard him- I swear I heard him I swear I heard the brass bells dull and grey …