Duane's PoeTree

The Reins                                                                  Two pigs, one unleashed, have purpose in the park— ac...

Ars Vbique Est                                                   Our generously arced spigot in the half-bath reflects the faux-g...

Doubtful Armor                                                      The tale, over tea and coffee on an easy Saturday evening wa...

The Lesser-Known Presidential Assassinations For Alyssa Trivett I was born with lots of things across my hands, snowflakes, blood...

Migratory Birds Going Home to Africa The radio was shouting at you, pleading with you... David Byrne Vaguely orange with offeri...

I’ll Send You a Postcard Tomorrow Amelia, That I Promise Negatives of my shoelaces fade from my shins as I dissolve into my mysel...

 Two Looks At The First Reality   (or What or Who creates it all) Depending on one’s leanings, And assuming one is interested, I,...