Bill Rush



Single-parented most of the time, it’s a wonder

Single-parented most of the time, it’s a wonder the ash trees come out of the forest, look around, heavy scene, where I think it impossible to get lost or make enough sense to pretend how a child has to abort …

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Telemachus Remembers His Father

Single-parented most of the time, it's a wonder

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Poem Reviews Poet

When he reads me, I'm reading him, each line along his brow, the spaces between breaths. He's a mystery. Those eyes that shift from left to right hide as much as they reveal. Someone imagined him, gave him grammar of …

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