Best Fords Poems

Petersen House, Washington, D.C.  

(i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, 
and the life and death of 
the sixteenth president in particular).

between a hard spot of whiskey 
     and draughts of arrack
nonetheless (without doubt), this...

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Your words justified your words condemn     				      their own blood they lay in wait by consent  				         of spiritual things not to entice with them  ...

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There are forgotten fords, in the shadow of our silence, places within us that cry out in waiting,
A path that flows through the waters of memories, the river of life carries us through hidden valleys,
Someone calls me from far away, wanting to lure me there,
To...

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