William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings


The crocuses we planted near the sidewalk and which had their first bloom last spring, doubled, tripled, possibly even quadrupled this year. Like love, the bulbs are spreading, and in so doing, they are making their own fertile ground.


a squeaky old tricycle and a squeaky old man
love is the child who gives him her hand

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