Category Archives: Poetry

Invictus Comments Off

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.

A Woman Alone Comments Off

Then
self-pity dries up, a joy
untainted by guilt lifts her.

Some Advice From a Mother to Her Married Son Comments Off

The answer to do you love me isn't, I married you, didn't I?
Or, Can't we discuss this after the ballgame is through?

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