Louie Skipper: Yellow Dust
Is it true the moment of my dying (which has borrowed
so much brightness from the sun) will demand
such satisfaction from me that I will be
blinded by my own last words?
April 12, 2020 · Leave a comment
Louie Skipper: A single minute
What great assemblies must come to order
before summer can begin?
June 25, 2019 · 2 Comments
Louie Skipper: How did John Keats breathe
Where is the bronze statue to the drunk
who shared a cell
in the Concord jail with Thoreau?
May 9, 2019 · Leave a comment
Louie Skipper: Which do crows find most ridiculous
Which do crows find most ridiculous, our laughter or our applause? Beware of the pelican that ignores you. Not yet having formed the waters what had God eaten … Continue reading
March 21, 2019 · Leave a comment
Louie Skipper: The Work Ethic of the Common Fly
In the work ethic of the common fly the earth remembers who we are, and where. Who fears the voice that is never at rest and always on the … Continue reading
January 17, 2019 · 3 Comments
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