The Poet at 26

The Poet at 26

          The Poet at 26 The miracle is that once I was a young Man.  Innocence was colored gold and white Then.  I was living like an angel’s tongue Before the fall of Lucifer, as bright As tongues could be in heaven with its gem Foundations and transparent...

Greek Youthful Skin

Greek Youthful Skin Bland of figure, hair and face, she keys in Stuff, into her Apple Mac.  Thick-lipped, she Wears Schubert’s glasses. How would one begin To list her hidden charms?  Normality? No, that’s no glitzier than the slightly Gray white plastic...