In Praise of Laughter
Where days bend and straighten in a city that belongs to no nation but all the nations of wind, she […]
Where days bend and straighten in a city that belongs to no nation but all the nations of wind, she […]
[audioplayer file=”https://admin.rattle.com/audio/SmithPBuilding.mp3″] for the 6th grade class of Lillie C. Evans School, Liberty City, Miami I am astonished at their
The Paint nickered, trotted toward us, lowered its broad soft nose to our dog, and I wondered why dogs and
It was 1968 & I was using paper masters to print poetry you’d type directly on them or draw with
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MINOTAUR I haven’t written anything in months. Sunshine, sunshine everywhere. I hate the sun, its
I confess to having abused the ordinary details of personal days, to having used the world less, the self more,