FOR YOUR MUSE, USE THIS CROW BY CHRIS ESPENSHADE
We were also going through a phase where we had purchased various game calls. I had a predator call and a crow call, and Billy had a hawk call and a predator call.
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Posted by admin | May 15, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
We were also going through a phase where we had purchased various game calls. I had a predator call and a crow call, and Billy had a hawk call and a predator call.
Read MorePosted by admin | May 8, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
Both Cary Grant and the Shah of Iran wore my grandmother’s underwear. “Nana”, as I called her, worked as a seamstress in New York City making custom shirts and shorts for gentlemen.
Read MoreI am unsure when my need for wishes was louder
But through staccato beats, my heart hums a steady plea: Louder
Somehow the truth
is chiseled.
the cat murmurs on her pillow.
I lie awake, dreaming this evening
will last forever.
The young soldier–hatless, bare
chested, his mouth gaped wide
to clouds that bring light rain–
sleeps silence in a field of wintercress.
I see a little girl
In a wheelchair
And, Jesus-like,
I want to say
To her gently
Arise and walk!
If only there were a door
to nail more theses on.
There on the sharp corner of
Cory and Meeks the broken
concrete urn seems most likely
lifted from some country graveyard
from my porch
I can see that branch
needs to be trimmed
before the next storm
LOCUS OF CONTROL My mother and I stepped over trash MMMMM on a sidewalk, and she taught me MMMMM to judge the litterers. My father taught me MMMMM to pick it up: the glee of superiority. My priest and our youth group MMMMM...
Read MoreThe final elegance
Of one spent leaf.
