CloudyA poem by B.J. Buckley CloudySky rubbed whiteby wind's chill thumb.Mulies ghosting upout of the sage,sheep in the gullies –fog of their voices,their dirty wool,needle-rimeon the bobwire fences.Old sheepdog,eyes milky with cataract,listeningwith her bellyto the grass. About the Author: B.J.... Continue Reading →
CrowsA poem by B.J. Buckley CrowsI've been communingwith the cheerful raucous crowswho gather and dispersetheir flap and clatterperipatetic through the town,favoring the old neighborhoodswith their stately treesand lawns, or the parkswhere, despite our cloistering,scraps are still to be had,as well... Continue Reading →
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