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Bluest Sky

Bluest Sky “by meer playing go to heaven” ~Henry Vaughan We played beside Canaveral’s shore, the two Of us, he strong and beautiful as men Can be, and me a silly boy, a stretch Too far that sunshine afternoon, and then We strained to life beyond the gilded sand And...

Lagrange Cemetery Waiting for Death

Lagrange Cemetery Waiting for Death Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The shadows of the trees and Spanish moss Fall down upon the gravestone and the grass. Those shadows, almost ghost-like, fall across The...

And They Despise Villanelles, Too

And They Despise Villanelles, Too Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The near rectangularity of shape Of sonnets tempts at least a few to scorn Them: “Set too strict!’’  “Too much like freedom’s rape!’’ They...

Tiny Bits of Banging Boy Bullets that Betrayed His Bursts

Tiny Bits of Banging Boy Bullets that Betrayed His Bursts   His father’s blood and semen caused four sons Inside the woman whom he loved, loved, loved And loved.  His manly semen overruns All other genes.  The semen that he shoved Inside her womb filled all his sons...