The Fragrance of Shadows
Fragrance of Shadows
Recent Poems
Chicago
A Carlsbad Boxed Lunch
Grandpa’s Saucer
Greenfield
Brood XIII, 1956
Charlie Theivagt
The Fox
Jacket Weather
The MacKensies — 1957
Make-Up
Nashville Nights
Persimmon
The Preacher
Reflections on the Day of Adolph Eichmann’s Death
Rubicon Creek
Sepia Eyes
Striving After the Wind
Uncle Denny Flood
Rossville
The Blending of Things
Dogs of War
Secrets Born
Normal
Five Bridges Road
The Phoenix
Ukiah
The Whispering Hall
Grand Island
The Box
Crayfish
Creation of Darkness
The Exactitudes of Chocolate
Father Called Him Paw
Dandelions
Nighthawks
Orion
PANORAMA
Pastorals Cold
Rapture
Wander
The Warm Tyrant
Los Angeles
Birds Over Bolsa Chica Beach
Details to ... Céline
The Fragrance of Shadows
Horseless Carriages
The Jangling Man
Natural Colors
Perception in White
The Road
Summer Leaves
Nokomis
I Can Not Bend Down to Kiss
Reader’s Digest
Steel and Bamboo
East Lansing
April 2007
Avatar
Coach
Come Upon a Spring Morning
Disappearing Act
I Held You There So Long
In Very Early Spring
Paradigm
Possum
Possum Feet
Praxis: A Passing Through
Shadows
Sounding True
St. Louis
They Talk So Much On Death
Three Little Kittens
Trout Fishing Rules
Visible Remains
Waiting for a Killing Frost
Winter Wood
Up North
Losing the Automatic
Strings of Mackinac
Take the Days You Have
West Branch
The Witch's Call
Roma
Caffè
Fossanova
King of Egypt
Ianiculum
Lapis Lazuli
Passing Under Termni
Ostia Antica
Piazza Testaccio
Pilgrims of the Via Appia
Roma Flora
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Greenfield, Illinois is my town of cognition. The place where I realized that I realized that I existed separate from all others.