‘On the Death of One Too Young to Die’: A Poem by Jeffrey Essmann
On the Death of One Too Young to Die It’s been some years now but the month is still ...
On the Death of One Too Young to Die It’s been some years now but the month is still ...
Confession It’s not so much the telling of my sins (The inner battle stations I’ve assigned To flesh and ...
Birdsong If I might for a moment go all soft And corny; hold in humble hands aloft A simple ...
The Roommate It’s early morning (morning prayer): I hear Her in her room as now and then she sighs ...
Home I wandered lonely, not so much a cloud As more a type of fog, as something cool And ...
Sunday Morning in Canada By all accounts he was a thoroughly Unpleasant man. His wife divorced him and His ...
Thank you, Theresa. The first thing I did to answer this comment was to go back to your "Ballad of…
A wealth of symmetry and symbolism here, Adam. The serenade has an explicit staging stanza, leading to the performance where…
Laura, as I forgot to say earlier, thanks for your taking time and effort to read the poem and make…
Yes, Laura, history has been suppressed. And Nigeria today is comparable. As for the suppression, I first heard of the…
True both, C.B., a life lived with integrity, outshines all insincerity.
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