David Matthews Portable Bohemia

Write me a poem in a yellow dress Barefoot and freckled Hurl a rainbow into the blue For a bandanna dog to chase down The green in...

I Could Swear I Hear Song There is a morning bus with women bound for work and school, for all I know, perhaps, romantic rendezvous, ...

The Faith of the Poet This night is a darkness, a ruin, a boneyard of projects and possibility come to nothing, a wreck of years that...