It is a sad situation for those who walk through the country and towns of this great American nation when they see the streets, the roads, and homes crowded with well behaved children...
I sat down and took my ease With some lovely Sudanese...
John was our idol The older brother we all wished we’d had...
The sound of the motors slowly fades. Strong brown hands tie our boat to the palm tree, the decaying fronds waving at us from just below the surface of the pale green water...
You were a good frypan
A frypan you was
My Mother has a pet mouse. It’s white. She calls it Whitey....
I clutch at my twee truisms Like a child does its marbles
If I just click my heels together three times…
