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March 2013
It's always been Reward the win, Ignore the sin. The conscience sleeps When money keeps Pouring in.
April 2007
No intimations, fables, puppet shows;
No need for parables: up there one sees
Reality; good books stay on the shelf.
But am I ready for this loss? God knows
How often I prefer the memories
Of love—those things like love—to love itself.
May 2004
The heavens hold more stars than earth has grains Of sand, and given time, each tiny sun Combined should make a world where starlight stains The sky bright white and dark would be undone. And yet the night remains. The dim star
February 2007
Robert W. Crawford
The Bones of the Armenians
Not the trump of Gabriel, nor the tumult
Stirred up by a clamorous resurrection
Can awaken bones from that desert nightmare's
Prodigal torment.
Not the prayers from myriad begg
