to allow it like hibiscus to wend over the tonguewhere it opens at the gate, lending its red, unknowabletaste. What wonder the palate may embrace – in a flickbehind the teeth: loquacious, Liebchen, Schätzchen.From Vievee Francis' "H...

And if I speak of Paradise,then I’m speaking of my grandmotherwho told me to carry it alwayson my person, concealed, sono one else would know but me.From "A Portable Paradise" by Roger Robinson Last week I smelled peonies. I told my friend, who ...

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivyPlanted on their columns now that bind meOr something that somebody saidBecause they thought we fit together walkingIt's just knowing that the world will not be cursingOr forgiving when I walk along some railroad...

Needless to say I support the forsythia’s waragainst the dull colored houses, the beagle deciphering the infinitely complicated universeat the bottom of a fence post. I should be gussying upmy resume, I should be dusting off my protestant work...