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BUTTERFLY EYES by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] I live in a glass house.When I leave home, I cannot see--everything is a blur. Dependent on my fixity,I yearn for the great beyond.I have wings to fly away. Seeking gardens of delight,fluttering flower to flower--such is my...

POSTMORTEM by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] Your Easter bouquetGlorious white rosesDrooping in decayFoul odorClinging to the nostrilsJoy and wonder of a dayPassed away [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Lee Evans lives in Bath, Maine with his wife. What little biographical information can be obtained concerning him...

Self-Portrait by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] All day I carry it around with me, In a frame that borders the end of the world. I don’t know where to hang it, This portrait of death. It seems to be hanging everywhere; I want it...

Shinrin-Yoku by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] SHINRIN-YOKU Has it come to this— to have to be taught how to walk in the woods? Tramping around, sniffing resins for a spiritual aroma! Before you were conceived, Nature endowed you With all you need to realize....

Blaze Orange by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] Nimrod says Guns don’t kill, people do. That’s why I wear blaze orange. The brighter the color, The better the target: Now you can hate me all the more. Come on, you know You want to shoot something—...