Poetry – 1978
FEB.9, 1999 The frost was biting my nose and ears… and purple leaves were dropping […]
FEB.9, 1999 The frost was biting my nose and ears… and purple leaves were dropping […]
NOV. 24, 1998 November birds – crusaders on a lake write opening lines of Winter. […]
NOV. 12, 1998 There will be time when you open your mouth, and no one […]
OCT. 20,1998 At some point in the future, There will be nostalgia for approximation, For […]
DEC. 8, 1998 Marbles in my palms, like seals on the rocks, options roll over […]
PROF. DAVID SHAPIRO ; LOUIS POPE I lost you by the fountain in […]
PROF. DAVID SHAPIRO FREYA VON HOVEN AND VICTORIA TENTLER At the first ring of fire, […]
PROF. DAVID SHAPIRO ; JOHN WINSLOW 11.11 I am a man of fortune […]
PROF. DAVID SHAPIRO ; MISS IN When the arrow flew and everyone smiled the bodies […]
PROF. DAVID SHAPIRO ; EUGENE FRANK The approach of stillness this morning makes […]