Bill Cushing Poems
- The Ancient Flocks Of Wilson S... They flock to the ...
- In Pink Neon Chrome and black tile at breakfast again; ...
- Upon Turning Fifty If you’ve done life right you do not feel...
- On Modest Mussourgsky’s 'Bydlo... A shape appears and is gone,...
- Alpha Dreams The wolf bares fangs even when sleeping. ...
- Girl In Green Hair bobs around a face of Nefertitian beauty:...
- Pelicans Slowly circling, the pelican drops like a stone
Born in Norfolk, Virginia while my father was serving in the Navy, I was raised in New York's Queensborough. In fact the town I grew up in (Douglaston) is also the place that produced John McEnroe and James Conlon. In my youth, I was very mobile. I attended high school in Pennsylvania and then went to college in Missouri but did not last long there.
After that I was in Virginia, back ... more »
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drops like a stone
Then climbing the
air, he stops, and
with a single
motion of wings,
glides on the wind.