Foster Davis Poems

Why My Daughter Is Kate

We knew.
We did have a clue.

So, in the stew... more »

Bacchae Remembered

Gloriously abounds
The impassioned sounds
Of a tipsy urban cowboy.... more »

Pungently Flow

Handy planks of crimson fiber,
Split and torn, a rending of essence.
All form mauled in a mire of viscous disinteregation.
The darkening pungent flows,... more »

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