Selected Poems of Arlen Riley Wilson
Fist 2 April 1999 This magic joint That half a star's age And a million writhing errors Finally and perfectly designed for me To make a hand, To take, put, bend around, And bend around again, And at last to make be.
Fist
This magic joint That half a star's age And a million writhing errors Finally and perfectly designed for me To make a hand, To take, put, bend around, And bend around again, And at last to make be.
An Easter Song Poem Beginning With a Line from Horace To the Tune of Derry Air On almost deciding that it's too bad prefrontal lobotomies are out of style especially for mothers Hymn to the Democratic Party Announcement 1969 For a Ladies's Magazine
Holistic Remedy Our Lady of Outer Space Is The Body of My Enemy my Enemy? Save Your Breath To the Persian Gulf: Thanks Old Woman on the Beach Fist Quiet Lady Haiku
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