Jeff Guess

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our...

Along the Road   I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way, But left me none the wiser For all she had to say.   I walked...

S ong for the Last Act Now that I have your face by heart, I look   Less at its features than its darkening frame   Where quince and...