A Partial List of Beautiful Things
I have plagiarized myself to create this poem. Some of the lines come from other poems I have written. The …
Author Archives: Ronald E. Shields
Station
Grey light oily puddles, blue shimmer on the platform. The train is late. A man shuffles his feet, paper folded …
Autumn
When there is nothing left to say I will brush the cobwebs from my soul, this rusted dented old soul, …
Details…
Bored to abstraction…
Sex and Death
Think about sex and death, the universe required to sustain them. Think about sex the way you do every …
Answers to Sylvia’s questions…
Thank you Sylvia for thinking of me when you passed on the award. This is all I can do to …
Thanksgiving is just around the corner…
Harvest Before it happens the engines of slow tractors must be oiled like stallions. Cows must be milked dry …
Poetry on the run 