In the chapel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
sitting alone, in the back of the sanctuary pines the rafters, blue sky the ceiling more beautiful than the Sistine ...
sitting alone, in the back of the sanctuary pines the rafters, blue sky the ceiling more beautiful than the Sistine ...
Breakfast was dad's cheesy eggs that was the urgent request when I posed the question of what they wanted to ...
We got up a little later than normal, sleeping in on a cloudy Saturday A knock at the door, help ...
Boots crunching in the soft snow deep tracks even for young companions temperature above freezing Walking into the woods, days ...
Shy and Shane sat watching the rain a duck waddled by our window pane There was no sun, not anywhere ...
New sunlight first rays in the morning cutting over the tree line down through the woods into the yard Catching ...
(Thursday) A stark simple meal washing our feet stripping the church carrying out the Christ on the cross (Friday) Another ...
Retracing steps, replaying in her mind moments of the day, a Saturday like all others that fall and no other ...
Walking to the playground, yesterday afternoon after the change of the time on the clocks, fall back into winter, the ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
Adam asked About Dad and what he did Saturday night. An interest In his family In a grandfather Gone since ...
Red Sox win Yankees lose A story so big It led the news Bumped politics Down the page It may ...
Out back, behind the yard in the brush and scrub at the edge a world unfolds for those willing to ...
But now I pass graveyards in a car. The dead lie, unsuperstitiously, with their feet toward me-- please forgive me ...
He was a poet who wrote clever verses, And folks said he had a fine poetical taste; But his father, ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the ...
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
The gas was on in the Institute, The flare was up in the gym, A man was running a mineral ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Under the table, no. That last was stunning, that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed. Why drink so, ...
It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that. My own clouds darkening hung. Besides, it wasn't serious. ...
FRIDAY first's the day appointed By the Right Worshipful anointed, To hold our grand procession; To get a blad o' ...
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard ...
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