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Poems by Dean Faulwell, occasional ruminations about poetry. Whatever else happens in. Contact: bigdean321@yahoo.com
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- DE GUSTIBUS NON EST DISPUTANDUMAs the ground becam...
- AS THOUGHIn the greatest "asthough" ever, a nightI...
- AN APOLOGY
- WOMAN TOOSometimes I let my mindgraze in the neigh...
- RENDEZVOUSWe have to stop meetinglike this. In my...
- THE GAUNTLET
- THE NEXT VILLAGELike a one-way palindrome to nowhe...
- TENURE
- BETWEENA sea that speaksto us about morethan we ha...
- SELECTED
- OH BROTHERfor JerryWas death just your latestexcus...
- ON SECOND THOUGHTLet me tell you astory. On secon...
- ELEGY FOR NO ONE WE KNEWWater we pouredthrough you...
- MOTHERMother rearrangesthe furniture betweenfainti...
- THE POSSIBLEI have a damaged cathedralto store my ...
- BRIEFHaving plenty of toiletpaper in reserve makes...
- PIRATESCriminals hide bybeing us, then leavewhen t...
- FENCESSeems the harderI try the whitermy hair beco...
- THE PLUMS for Elaine EquiThe still life he atean...
- NAILThe brain, knowingit can never comedown here, ...
- THE ASSUMPTIONTrees that cameand placed themselves...
- LEFTOVERIn death's pure darkthe end at least iscle...
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