Poem

Katherine Mass She stood there dressed in white, a lonely figure, slight The mob had gathered, some yelling in…

The moon that came to the meadow, was as moon as a moon can be, and the moon was old

In Germanic Countries prior to the 1500s one spoke of a long-hundred to mean 120

On the steps of Chichen Itza, we stopped for lunch, and I had pizza. The Mayans gazed a greedy gaze

The elixir of life enters and eagerly washes and waves a portal newly realized and

Alleasyum, alleasyum, I sure do wish I had me some. It takes the cake, it cleans the pool, it keeps your…

"Which way, which way?", I heard me say, to my faithful friend the duck

The kudu set out for the river, dressed up all kudu style, and as she did pass

The fisherman went to the sea, he did, to the sea he did, did he

One minute the sky is bright silver; my hands flash over the keyboards