Ben Paynter

A Phone Call

This Is What

God Of Wine

It Always Rains In Brooklyn

Memories Breathe, Again

The Scavenger

In All Of This

It Was Love That Let You Wither

These Empty Bones Are Flying

The Question Of Wings

This Morning Holds Enough For Only One, And Then

Living, Too Late

Practice Makes Perfect, Or Something Like It

It Was

It Was

Experience, A Religious

She Sits

The Secret

Another Morning’s Here

The Mississippi 1: 00 A.M.

Day One Hundred Eighty Three

Letter #1

Morning Run 7: 00 A.M.

The Pattern

You

My Fault

I Loved A Lady Of The Night

Accusation, The

Funeral Eyes And Goodbyes

The Laboratory

As The Days Go

There Is A Place

I

Daydreamer

Reciprocal

Isolation

Hush

Here Again

The Photographer

Lesson, This

Kind Of Love Poem

But I Have Grown And Have Forgot

It Was My Uncle Soul Sifting

Try To

Blue

A Seed Grows Without

A Way Of Farewell

Of Love And Mr. Hyde

Mississippi Moon

Another Night On The Mississippi

The 56

On The Reservation

It Was The Stars

Stuck

Escape #2

A Song Unsung

This Life Thing

On The Eve Of A Storm And A Love

On A Thief

Only Ashes Are Completed