A Hobbesian Choice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
To put your child in harm's way to subject them to the whim of bureaucracy to let them care for ...
To put your child in harm's way to subject them to the whim of bureaucracy to let them care for ...
Subjecting yourself, your child to an inadequate plan, a failure of law, of implementation, or fiat at its worst That ...
Statutory interpretation sparing over the meaning, the import of precision, of a bit of administrative law boiled down to the ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81 A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York ...
(FOR THE FELLOWSHIP CLU Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one day, Set out in a great big ship-- Steamed to ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
We must have clamored for the same mother, hurried for the same womb. I know it now as I read ...
New York: You take a train that rips through versts. It feels as if the trains were running over your ...
Our flood's-queen Thames for ships and swans is crown'd, And stately Severn for her shore is prais'd, The crystal Trent ...
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
(Song for the City College of New York) O youngest of the giant brood Of cities far-renowned; In wealth and ...
Britannia needs no Boulevards, No spaces wide and gay: Her march was through the crooked streets Along the narrow way. ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
The shades of night was fallin' slow As through New York a guy did go And nail on ev'ry barroom ...
There was a man in New York City (His name was George Adolphus Knight) So soft of heart he wept ...
The great millennium is at hand. Redder apples grow on the tree. A saxophone is in ev'ry band. Brandy no ...
This year, I'm raising the emotional ante, putting my face in the leaves to be stepped on, seeing myself among ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Dapples my floor the eastern sun, my house faces north, I have nothing to say except that it dapples my ...
Fresh-shaven, past months & a picture in New York of Beard Two, I did have Three took off. Well. . ...
Whence flew the litter whereon he was laid? Of what heroic stuff was warlock Henry made? and questions of that ...
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