Medusa Friends, beware of her iniquitous hair— long, ravenblack & melancholy. Many suitors drowned there— lost, unaware of the length & extent of their folly. The Beat Goes On (and On and On and On ...) Bored stiff by his board-stiff attempts at “meter,” I crossly concluded I’d use each iamb in lieu of a lamb, bedtimes when I’m under-quaaluded.
Michael R. Burch’s poems have been published by hundreds of literary journals and set to music by nine composers.
Grand Little Things 