Steppingstone (Andrew Hudgins Poems)
Home (from Court Square Fountain-where affluent ghosts still importunea taciturnslave to entertainthem with a slow barbarous tunein his auctioned baritone-to ...
Home (from Court Square Fountain-where affluent ghosts still importunea taciturnslave to entertainthem with a slow barbarous tunein his auctioned baritone-to ...
Storms of perfume lift from honeysuckle,lilac, clover-and drift across the threshold,outside reclaiming inside as its home.Warm days whirl in a ...
After my night job, I sat in classand ate, every thirteen minutes,an orange peanut-butter cracker.Bright grease adorned my notes.At noon ...
When we first heard from blocks awaythe fog truck's blustery roar,we dropped our toys, leapt from our meals,and scrambled out ...
My father cinched the rope, a noose around my waist, and lowered me into the darkness. I could taste my ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to ...
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