Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight:…
Me and my shadow
Again the traffic lights that skim thy swift Unfractioned idiom, immaculate sigh of stars, Beading thy path–condense eternity: And…
I asked my daughter if she would pose for me, she kindly agreed to flatten her spikey hair, change into one…
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