Author: Edgar Bowers

Long days, short nights, this Southern summer Fixes the mind within its timeless place. Athwart pale limbs the brazen hummer […]

We, who were long together homeless, raise Brick walls, wood floors, a roof, and windows up To what sustained us […]

Love is no more. It died as the mind dies: the pure desire Relinquishing the blissful form it wore, The […]

The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to […]

Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above […]