Poems

Letters To Dead Imagists EMILY DICKINSON: You gave us the bumble bee who has a soul, The everlasting traveler among the hollyhocks, And how God plays […]

Limited I am riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains of the nation. Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze and dark air […]

Loam In the loam we sleep, In the cool moist loam, To the lull of years that pass And the break of stars, From the loam, […]

Localities Wagon wheel gap is a place I never saw And Red Horse Gulch and the chutes of Cripple Creek. Red-shirted miners picking in the sluices, […]

Losses I have love And a child, A banjo And shadows. (Losses of God, All will go And one day We will hold Only the shadows.)

Lost Desolate and lone All night long on the lake Where fog trails and mist creeps, The whistle of a boat Calls and cries unendingly, Like […]

Mag I wish to God I never saw you, Mag. I wish you never quit your job and came along with me. I wish we never […]

Mamie Mamie beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana town and dreamed of romance and big things off somewhere the way the railroad […]

Manitoba Childe Roland LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shingles over our house and whistling a wolf song under the eaves. I sat […]

Manual System Mary has a thingamajig clamped on her ears And sits all day taking plugs out and sticking plugs in. Flashes and flashes–voices and voices […]