Fred Babbin

Fragment Of The Human Condition

Our Pet, Water

Dusk Comes To Evanston

No Charge For This One

Dementia

My Mad Song

Autumn, The Antique Season

Forgive Me, Lewy

Summer

We Must Regard Them

Haiku, Courtesy Of Ciaran Quirke

Questions, No Answers

Brown

Xoh, It’s Luv, Luv, Luv, Luv, Luv, Luv, Luv, Luv, Luv, Luv,

Xold Age Is Not For Sissies

Family Matters

X To Dr. Giacomo: My Daily Catharsis

On Eating A Bowl Of Soup

Ananda’s Complaint

Sunyata At The Lake

But Not Uninvolved

Portrait

Third Fig

Practice Poem

Lullaby

An Old Man’s Vision

Listen

Sensibilities

Poetry Has Its Value

Rumination December 2,2009

Good Poetry Smells

If You Want To Write A Good Poem,

Sopheeya

Not Yet

Very Angry Madness

Yetake

If I Could Take A Laxative

Dumb Complaint

I Oui Oui

Jokes

We Live In The Eternal Now

In Defence Of Fantasy

This Is Reality

I Am Now

Fireworks

They Who Have Not Love In Their Life Write Poetry

I’Ll Be Home, Mother

Our Constipation

What Is A Poem?

Love And God

R

Old Man’s Plea

Eat Eliots Heart

Pool

Love Stay Awhile

Miscellaneous

Poetic Problem

Words

Pills, Life And Death

Softly, Not Withoug Laughter X