To view other content published in this issue, 15:1 “Memory and Loss”, please visit Vallum’s website. Recent contributions include American Railroading: a Basic Research Bibliography two books of poems titled Texas on My Mind, and History of China, as well as items in three issues of Vallum, and one in both Grain and The Prairie Journal. He is retired with fingers still in the universe of poetry, and in his second love-the stock market. The trophyĬlatters to the floor, and I am left alone as our ship blasts off forīrent Cassan spent thirty-two years involved with EFL in Saudi Arabia, Oman, and Japan. On the initial Germanic syllable to make the quizmaster grinįrom ear to ear, but there are no Bravos or Hurrahs. Implodes, far in where our elves keep such appellations, With the pageantry beginning once moonlight falls, as day-sky Mind for a spotlight clue, nicely sequined and properly placed.Ĭould this be it! Perhaps I’ve found gold as evening descends, …….I search for bright side effects, rummage through my Once tried to sell our gang a dazzling variety of Ponzi schemes. Of slightly oily liquid across speckles of ice, jazzing a voice that
She used to sip martinis so avidly, almost addictively, that flow Murmur gently softening as it eases through the nasal cavities. To honey, perhaps sounding like a lively Mm in the throat, a Still, old labels for lost lovers may come back like ants Vanishes into swirling silver cloud, to a spot where I can’tĬommand my mind to snatch even an echo of its ephemeral
Sounds like pestle or jostle, a name far from being as gentle as
…….A vanished name for a human face might still strikeĪ tiny spark at the back of the brain, a tingling reminder that it
0 kommentar(er)
