Dear Me, Dad says I have to wash my own sheeps from now on, ‘cause I keep getting them dirty and he thinks I shouldn't play outside just before bed. Do you have any advice? E. J. Delaney ... [+]
Mountain Nose: International Voluntary Services/VN, ’68-’69, II-III Corps, as orphanage shop instructor, supply delivery, and recon. Member Poets West Society. "Indiana at 3 a.m." was given Honorable Mention in Short Edition's America: color it in. Contest, summer 2020.
In the morning night When streetlight shadows Scramble rat-ways Under parked cars And rain, down pipes, Taps the pavement Like an impatient date, Then radio music, Drifting memory-thin Over rural roads, Sputters at its edges And freight trucks Swish the overpass, Their beams streaking Above my windshield: A caravan of comets.