Stalking ee in the Fifties
I knew him by his tonsure, head bare as a Buddhist monk or a bowl holding lower case letters that […]
I knew him by his tonsure, head bare as a Buddhist monk or a bowl holding lower case letters that […]
Doug Holder ED GALING: A POET OF THE GREATEST GENERATION (1917 – 2013) I’ve written more than a few poems
Crow flings his black cloak over his bony shoulders Caws into the sky Calls others from the Crow Clan And
a dime to sit through a Fred Astaire movie twice, kids to play with after
We’re going to the country for good I told my kindergarten teacher. It was 1929. I wasn’t thinking forever– for
I used to know all the answers but I don’t anymore possess the assurance, bravado of foolish youth. The more