I sat and listened.
...........
He walked up to me and sat down, my friend.
"You know, I am here?" He asked,
"Weren't you always?".
I looked away, he replied,
...

"... as she saw nothing but young men all day long ... this sight of her fellow-traveler was completely lost in her mind, as the crooked pin dropped by a child into the wishing-well twirls in...

The ship boards creak. The rigging sings And down my cheeks stream mist and spray. My breath grows fast. My knees feel weak. As fate speeds me away. Her eyes, her lips become her face. The...

If you think I'm just goin’ to go away, then you've got me all wrong. And if you bet I'll take offense or get discouraged, say "I'm done. I quit!" Then you don't know me yet. 'Cause I'm a...

Macabre Meditations on my Mother
By Reid Baer

I fear I was abandoned as
a baby by my mother on
the steps of a nearby mental
institution to be reared by...

Alas, when he arose he saw a stream Instead of Lethe. He tried to understand. He saw a rock. He cried, "Was it a dream?"    Of Orpheus he thought. His cry rose to a scream! lviii      ...

 

Though the jobs may fly away, the politicians always come home to roost.