Icarus II By Rudy Shackelford Summer 1970 | Poetry Wingbones shattered—feathersScattered over the continent—The four unbroken animal limbs beatingA shadow-wind to keep aloft: 0 Comments
Site of Future Construction By Rudy Shackelford Summer 1970 | Poetry If there are churchesThis is where a church might be,A theatre if there are theatres, orA store. 0 Comments
Tarper’s Progress By Rudy Shackelford Summer 1970 | Poetry “My mother lit me (father was her match)And set me in a draught to catch my breath. 0 Comments
Harvest Scene By Rudy Shackelford Summer 1970 | Poetry I am a field.I am a blade of grassWithin the field. 0 Comments
Waltzes for Mechanical Piano By Rudy Shackelford Summer 1970 | Poetry As the scroll unrolls, scalesRipple by the glass like fishesFlashing gaseous tails, 0 Comments
The Extension By Rudy Shackelford Summer 1970 | Poetry This dice-white Princess desk phoneIs a ghost, wearing a small bellAbout its throat. 0 Comments
An Old Timepiece By Rudy Shackelford Summer 1970 | Poetry Tenderest pendulum, Your slender stem is Tremulous as it enters The minute’s fundamental; 0 Comments
Life Cycle of the Snowman By Rudy Shackelford Summer 1970 | Poetry Butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth,That wide wet kisser weSmacked on to justify a pipe. 0 Comments
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