Poems from Bridgeburner

A saucer hovers over the field. A cry: “Uuuuup”, lingers in the air like the smell of a recent rain.  Two men, their desire unconcealed,...
Ask my grandmother what it is like to live  with her husband, my Papa, and she'll point her doe eyes straight  into your soul with a gaze...
Her summer dress is red as a ripe September apple, a pink sunset dances upon her cheeks. I steal glances as she scrawls   rapidly,...
It sits upon a desk, silent, stern. A thin black metal brick  with a glass face that stymies my futile efforts to divine its nature,...
Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value. —Albert Einstein   The first letter of the alphabet, scrawled...

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