Author: Lew Welch

I saw myself A ring of bone In the clear stream Of all of it And vowed Always to be […]

Dear Joanne, Last night Magda dreamed that she, You, Jack, and I were driving around Italy. We parked in Florence […]

When I drive cab I am moved by strange whistles and wear a hat When I drive cab I am […]

Not yet 40, my beard is already white. Not yet awake, my eyes are puffy and red, Like a child […]

The image, as in a Hexagram: The hermit locks his door against the blizzard. He keeps the cabin warm. All […]