‘Their Words, My Fault’ and Other Poems by Russel Winick
Their Words, My Fault Folks rage at me and vent, For having in my head, Instead of what they ...
Their Words, My Fault Folks rage at me and vent, For having in my head, Instead of what they ...
Flexibility This morning when I was pursuing Just one of my many routines, My son asked why I wasn’t ...
Advantages of Restaurants Food quality has dropped, Price rises have not stopped, Selections are decreased, Most portions aren’t a ...
Rain I felt like walking in the rain, _Can’t say exactly why. I make great efforts in the main ...
Impressions How often are impressions deemed profound, Accepted fully, carried all around, And stated with assertive satisfaction, From merely ...
Not Small At All I’ve gained appreciation for the smaller things in life, The uneventful days when all is ...
Undeclared College Major Discussing broader options that young women have today, One of my female classmates had a startling ...
The Pinnacle of Poetry Well under one percent acceptance rate, Submitters wait a year to learn their fate. Yet ...
When the Phone Rings I can’t still be excited when the phone rings, I was for decades, but no ...
Thank you, ma’am! I often feel we are so focused on getting out of the valley and pushing toward the…
What an interesting observation! Coincidence? I think not.
Thanks Margaret. That poem is actually not about motorcyclists, but it could have been.
Keister and bootie I knew even though I am in Texas. I had to look up steatopygian, cheiromantic, and prelapsarian.…
i had stuck in my head a monte python scene where the knights go around saying Ni! so i picked…
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