From the first, I was too reluctant, achieving by dribs and drabs, …
Rodney Jones
Maybe a sin, indecent for sure—dope, …
It was July. I must have been sixteen or seventeen, …
The tortures of lumbago consumed Aunt Madge, …
When the first mechanical picker had stripped the field, …
If I ever get over the bodies of women, I am going to think of the rain, …
The front seats filled last. Laggards, buffoons, …
Gram of mania, animated pepper, …
I see the mosquito kneeling on the soft underside of my arm, kneeling …
People who are like waves, rising and falling. …
It was a green barn coat from L. L. Bean …
On the porch, unbreeched shotgun dangling …
I go inside the wolf …