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Leon Stokesbury

Summer 1998

Even Now

By Leon Stokesbury

There have been times when the blood within Has ached with the thunder of horses, Has been like the din of a thousand horses’ hooves— And still I can hear […]

Winter 1996

Evening’s End

By Leon Stokesbury

1943 –1970 For the first time in what must be the better part of two years now I happened to hear Janis in her glory— all that tinctured syrup dripping […]

Winter 1996

Felliniesque

By Leon Stokesbury

1920-1993   In black and white a little boy runs down a beach pursued by priests. Almost the young boy's earliest recalled desire— is to pee in the padre's chalice, […]

Winter 1991

Fall

By Leon Stokesbury

One lit match and there they go.Like a revolution. To jump into that would be death. But we are all sane people here. Here is where we fight it off […]

Winter 1990

City Lights

By Leon Stokesbury

Today on the north beltway in my rearview mirror a powder beige Mercedes grazed a big black car then rolled over twice in air, before bouncing down sideways, to be […]

Winter 1990

The Royal Nonesuch

By Leon Stokesbury

Extempore Effusion upon the Death of Everette Maddox (1944-1989) Given recent events, it's easy to see why that bilgewater-slick New Orleans night stink stays stuck in the craw. Almostmidnight in […]