Anyone born anywhere near
my home town says it this way,
with an s on the end:
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: culture, homesickness, identity, repetend, Suzanne Cleary
Anyone born anywhere near
my home town says it this way,
with an s on the end:
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: culture, homesickness, identity, repetend, Suzanne Cleary
The mist creeps over the hard grey stone,
My girl’s in Tungria; I sleep alone.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: history, homesickness, military, W. H. Auden
Somewhere in everyone’s head something points toward home
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: family, homesickness, lyric poetry, Miller Williams, sestina