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Testimonyexpand_moreWhy Wane, Why Not Wax?
Make It Big, all return and rhythm, a groove that plays to the center.
Wild Tongue
Appearance does not really appear, but it appears to appear.
Will and I
When the doctors’ voices started turning to noise, I didn’t fight it.
Willamette Shipyard Blues
Oh they pay me well. I make a small fortune. Yes they pay me well.
Without Courtesy
I was lying with electricity. I was already a story being told.
Writing
Literary gatherings are a nightmare because writers have no shop talk.
Wyoming Trucks and a Trailer
The pickup trucks in this portfolio were photographed in June 2015.
Year of the Great Voyage
Our eyes searched for the island, but ahead there was only overcast.
Year’s End
At Pompeii the little dog lay curled and did not rise but slept the deeper.
Yeats on Wilde
“The basis of literary friendship is mixing the poisoned bowl.”
You, or Someone Like You
I’ve got my hands around the man’s legs when I notice the blood.
