Lothlorien Poetry Journal

  rather be a night shift clerk in the post office... no drink, no nothing, no red stripe, no beer from milwaukee, no jazz from new orleans,...

  For Openers     Hello    again  my friend  I’m still here--  still waving a fond farewell  after we   like smoke in the distance   have al...

The boy     mature enough to feel   but not mature enough    to take the blows   when alcohol causes grudges   against the wife who is your ...