If People Had Noses Like Dogs

I accompanied a horse-shoeing friend on her rounds one day in the rolling hills around Liberty, Mo. All the snow and mud and old barns and so on gave me the heebie-jeebies ā€“ farms for some reason bring up acute claustrophobia in me ā€“ but the biggest annoyance was being…

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Cockroach Clearance

(warning: for reasons of its own, this poem will be rhyming more and more furiously as it goes along, at times lapsing into limerick. Perhaps this has something to do with the habit of roaches to clone themselves in a tumultous and accelerating way??) India, 1974 Iā€™m heaving lemon-tarts…

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