Matthew James Babcock Poems

Editor back-issues, poetry

The Journey I wonder if The Age of the Journey has passed in America now that The Port of Arlington has become Earl Snell Memorial Park, and not one hundred yards from rocky banks where burly voyageurs and their Cayuse brides upended canoes of fresh pelts, a toothless Shell station attendant who’s a dead ringer for Carmine Ragusa tops off…

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