demand empathy from those better offthan poor souls seeking shelter in our world.Indeed, to those who fight for them, they dofftheir caps, with altruistic flag unfurled.Still, refugees are unfavorablyregarded and brook grief at the behestof residents who prove unsavoryto

Light builds the illusion of the world. The stalks fandango in fall and flag— The iris yields to wind, the furl A yield of spring. The floral slag Thickened, wooly, plump. Call The color with buried breath, dig For

Meaning to see yourself or see for yourself, To look within others or in the mirror, As if Vesalius could dissect his own heart And brain or any other vital part Bequeathed by his father or mother. Going after

I had a little porcelain pig I played with as a kid not a piggy bank mind you just an ugly pink pig it walks over here over there, hiding behind a pillow and coming out I don’t know

Champagne can be kept effervescent by putting a knife in the open bottle                        Claudia Emerson Delight, too long on the tongue, or in our lover’s arms and we

Why do poets die; linger in youth addicted to death. They create culture but so crippled. They seldom harm except themselves— why not let them live? Their only crime is words they shout them out in anger cry out

With the top down she drove slow as if to announce: “I’m here in my frosted bee-hive my polyester cheetah and my neon pink Caddy.” Is it true she collected bets with a bookie once a priest and who

Salt of the earth, salting the earth, the problem with you is that you keep trying to use your brain to make decisions when we all know your heart is the best of you. I know you think it’s