Author: Marvin Bell

In a wilderness, in some orchestral swing Through trees, with a wind playing all the high notes, And the prospect […]

I wanted to see the self, so I looked at the mulberry. It had no trouble accepting its limits, Yet […]

crawl toward the machine guns Except to freeze For explosions and flares. It was still ninety degrees At night in […]

I leave the office, take the stairs, In time to mail a letter Before 3 in the afternoon the last […]

This year, I’m raising the emotional ante, Putting my face In the leaves to be stepped on, Seeing myself among […]

You are not beautiful, exactly. You are beautiful, inexactly. You let a weed grow by the mulberry And a mulberry […]

Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took […]