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Tom

                Tom He has a crippled collar bone. By self Report he’s had a crippled soul. Tom looks Like blondness from the realm of manly elf And sturdy wizards.  But he’s had the hooks Of beautiful young men that pierce his chest, The one beneath that...

Conversion at the Cliff Edge of the Great Rift Valley

Some readers may find this piece offensive.  If you think you might be offended, please do not read it. Conversion at the Cliff Edge of the Great Rift Valley Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Beyond...

Antarctic Odds

          Antarctic Odds The man I love . . .   I carry weight along Horizons for his heart.  The burdens are Not heavy and they are.  A book with song, And song, and song I clutch to me as far As strides will go.  The songs and book stretch out As if through snow,...

Beside the Thousand Ships

  Beside the Thousand Ships There once were times when men could hold large pride In having sons who had as lovers men That gods could hate and love — and take their side In gut-strewn battle.  Fathers nodded when Their sons retired to tents and to the love Of those...

Troy in New Orleans, Manhattan, or London

   Troy in New Orleans, Manhattan, or London Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem So I found “Helen” sitting in a streetcar; the Dionysian revels of her court were transferred to a Metropolitan roof garden...