George Witte: Laurels
Garland me with pestilence,
blown in, unbidden, rooted out or burnt
with toxin, only to revive.
November 30, 2025 · 9 Comments
George Witte: After the Recent Unpleasantness
it wouldn’t kill you to consider
dancing, just this once, alone
in backyard secrecy while dawn
arrays dishevelled underclothes
July 7, 2022 · 2 Comments
