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One Gulp of The West River by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] My father and his brothers built a blindOn stilts out in the river, and each yearRecovered it with pine boughs from the woodsSo as to trick the ducks and geese while they,The hunters, crouched within, their rowboat mooredThereto...

At The Old Waterhole by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] While I was sittingon a rock beside the pond,contemplating my imagein an iridescent oil slick,I overheard a pigeonspeaking “pigeonese”to another as they sippedthat same water, daintily: “I had no ideathey were so intelligent!”said pigeon number one.“They actually have...

Afterimage By Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] AFTERIMAGE The Christmas tree atopNorth Arundel Hospitalpierces the night’s eyeballwith all the season’s colors wired togetherlike the row of stitchesclosing the bloody gashin my mother’s foreheadas she lay on the Fast Trackher face veiled in blue clothher left...

Nothing But The All by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] NOTHING BUT THE ALL Young men and women, answer not the callWhen politicians beat the drums of War:Lay down your lives for nothing but the All. Seek not the foe, but stem that bitter gallWhich rises from your...

There Is No Future In Your Eyes by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] There is no future in your eyes,The gaze I scan with fond desire.I cannot read them or surmiseThe ardour of their seeming fire—What warmth below their surface lies. No present in your eyes appears,No look but mine betrays...