Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— ...

As I went out one morning  Walking the primal road My shoulders were bent over With an invisible load. And down by the creek wher...

Part two of an excerpt from a much longer book-length manuscript of poetry (Nonsongs and Neopsalms) that never saw the light of day, t...