Poems by Walter Heineman
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| the destruction of evil rocks |
| the signs |
| intelligent communication |
| something announces ignition |
| struggling with myself |
| the count |
| the gentle revolution |
| deconstructing the pasture |
| every time i start a conversation |
| not shocked |
| preparing our bed |
| sublime transformation |
| the antichrist mingles |
| the family tree |
| the return |
\| taxi ride |
| the one |
| the place to bury sorrow |
| time eats childhood |
| psychosexual tensions |
| stirring the winds |
| the symptoms and the prognosis |
| to be honest |
| fidelity |
| foundational learning |
| i may as well have shot the deputy too |
| limited equivalences |
| after enlightenment |
| the hidden hand |
| the journey and the cruise |
| tracing an outline |
| empirical evidence |
| irma |
| rethinking paranormal obligations |
| the bedtime game |
| what something is |
| the house of satan is not decorated |
| the three fates |
| change |
| cultures |
| when beauty raises its eyebrow |
| how long |
| lifelong friend |
| she has crossed |
| she was not whistling |
| the cure |
| the immortality you can grasp |
| the etymologist explains despair to the romantic |
| this is not a world |
| failed |
| reunion |
| where can imagination take you |
| art is the way |
| as young as |
| childhood curiosity later in life |
| entaglements |
| evening with my wife |
| family discipline |
| if you can find it |
| mental illness |
| reflecting on the past |
| small lies |
| spelling champion |
| their line |
| what i had missed |
| the way they were |
| history is alive |
| in the always |
| not a luxury |
| not for sale |
| reality as much as it is anything |
| the hunter |
| the reminder |
| its threshold |
| noir |
| there is one place |
| first things first |
| good and evil are not one question |
| holiday sweaters |
| i hear you |
| it seems aging includes |
| the existence of the eternal |
| the tree |
| the truth may set you free |
| the world of art worries |
| knowledge |
| across our eyes |
| deeply embedded |
| her explanation of a spiritual breakfast |
| open casket |
| pointless solicitations |
| she loves me |
| some fathers |
| the fierceness of competition |
| the opportunity |
| totalitarian rule |
| wondering if i was |
| a little off guard |
| educated travel |
| meditations |
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