The only way I could stop/
that dog from begging/
was to show him my hands/
like a blackjack dealer,/
Poetry
Mrs. God (and other poems)
Suckling at the clouds is not her business./
She is the drool the dog drops.
Do Sheep Dream of Other Sheep (and other poems)
The sheep does not know/
it is alone, that miles away/
there is a lushness to a land/
beyond its vision,