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Finishing Work at Dad’s Office, 1948 by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] Finishing Work at Dad’s Office, 1948 Nobody smokes a pipe much any more, except my partner, Sand The musty aroma penetrates back to the engineer’s office, Dad’s workplace. Pipes filled the trays on the large, heavy oak tables....

Archaeological Dig by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] A dig can have a tell-tale sign. If you know for what you look. That special find in the sandy nook. The artifact to fill our space-time line. An item dropped from far time away. Covered by ages...

Favorite Betrayal by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] The conclusion varies from what I expected, My reasonable plan I shall hail, So many bright facets are erected, The whole big-picture has been selected, Happiness might the result entail. Sometimes best plans can have a surprise, The...

How Did Kevin Parker know how I felt? by Nina Nash

[tabby title="Poem"] Have a listen to Tame Impala’s New Person -same ol’ mistakes Listening to Tame impala’s track “new person same old mistakes” like a solitary soak in a natural hot-spring a solo whale moaning to her lost child in...

Jazzed by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] April 17, 2018 Jazzed My friend I see you're jazzed and high, With dancing rhythm from top to feet, I hope it's genuine and not a lie, And with truth, you again will meet. Icarus flew too near...