Memorial Day: A Poem
Sean MurphyUnanticipated clouds advance, shifting the weight of the world—or at least the measured objectives of so many compulsory affairs—nonplussed after all this time by their capacity to inspire, interrupt, or…
When I have fears that I may cease to be…* (Revisited)
I. Til Love and Fame to nothingness do sink When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high…
When I have fears that I may cease to be…*
I. Til Love and Fame to nothingness do sink When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high piled…
Old School
Old School This is old school, I say To my niece who, at five years old, is now The same age her uncle was when his parents Transported him to…