Where in the world would we be
without someone spreading rumors?
Like leaflets from the sky,
leaving something like a choice
for what we wear in our windows,
or where the answers come to lodge.
By Richard Spuler
The Tea Cup Hills steam up, the mist swirling above endless green. I walk the quiet trails forever thinking of the bodies piling up in ...
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Spuler’s poems have appeared in numerous literary magazines. He is currently working an a collection of short stories and poetry (Memorabilia and Other Assorted Forgettables). For nearly 20 years he has served as Senior Lecturer in German at Rice University in Houston, TX. He enjoys music and reading.
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