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Index of Selected Poems
- A Bag of Words
- A Distant Echo Before Nightfall
- A Note to My Children About Money and Time
- An Ahab in Blood
- Bittern
- Cabriole Leg
- Chemotherapy
- Cold Snap
- Comice Pears
- Commercial Fisherman
- Everglade Days
- Facing In
- First Woman on Mars
- Garden Bridge
- Gardenia
- Getting in the Game
- Ghazal for an Oilfield Town
- Grace at Ninety Four
- Grandchild
- Hummingbird
- I Sat Down to Write a Bad Poem
- Jimi Kiss the Sky
- Leaving the High Country
- Looking For Feathers
- Maze and Beam
- Midnight Bus
- Mount Stuart
- Mountain Tea
- Neruda on the Poet’s Pact
- Poem for the Anniversary of 9/11
- Practicing
- Public Library
- Renovation at the Bank
- River Day
- Saving Daylight
- Seasons
- Seed Pod
- Software Engineer
- The Corona Diaries – a Short Short Story
- The Head of the Department
- The Pleiades Below
- The Road
- The Thing That Sits in the Corner
- The Under Painting
- The Wind From the Sea
- The Word on the Street is…
- Thermopolis, Wyoming
- This is a Dance, Flo
- Tickets to See Bob Dylan
- Tight Circles
- To Raymond Carver
- To The Old Aztec Poets
- To the Young Woman For Whom No Service is Planned
- Trinidad
- Two Perverts of Piso
- Waitress
- Wandering Bird
- Warrior Poet
- What Became the Bandersnatch?
- When Words Lose Their Meaning
- Write Like Hell Won’t Have You
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Agreed. Arthur Miller said she had the instincts of an artist but not the discipline.
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I find her life fascinating. Such a beautiful, talented woman gone before her time.
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I have the same reaction to her and her life. Why is true beauty often times so heart breaking?
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That’s a really good question and one I have no answer for, but know to be true.
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