There are far too few places in the world Where trees arch over the road. Fewer still that pause in the purpling light of autumn. And fewer than even that That gather within you alone Like secret inlets Or jewels of barns. Yes Over joys are rare That loft their voices inside. … [Read more...] about Over Joys, By: Hiram Larew
Stack Up, By: Hiram Larew
My isn’t it your perhaps so that’s taking me over --You seem to be my crazy about being flipped up and being a kid again My isn’t it so much as how you are with meIn any kitchen that … [Read more...] about Stack Up, By: Hiram Larew
Soaked, By: Hiram Larew
Fame must be like driving in a downpour or squinting through it -- trying to see what’s what at night with no one else around but with warnings loudly Or maybe being well known means in fact … [Read more...] about Soaked, By: Hiram Larew
Come Closest, By: Hiram Larew
I admit that I like velvet the upholstery kindYes I enjoy anything tacked down and frayed or piped in honey-colored woodNot perfect but inviting And I also like homesteads especially if they are rising in the fog looking like a … [Read more...] about Come Closest, By: Hiram Larew
Pole, By: Hiram Larew
I get to see your face again Creased by several years -- As one so like ago reminds me Yes I knew your know and so This loop reminds me -- These simple spins more now then thens That came but come like sudden back ahead And for when and more and then You … [Read more...] about Pole, By: Hiram Larew