B H Fairchild

(1942 - / Houston, Texas.)

Angels - Poem by B H Fairchild

Elliot Ray Neiderland, home from college
one winter, hauling a load of Herefords
from Hogtown to Guymon with a pint of
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Comments about Angels by B H Fairchild

  • Rookie - 62 Points John Vincent (3/17/2014 4:53:00 PM)

    I adore words that sing, but this is magical. I just laugh and repeat. That last line...thank you Mr Fairchild. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 4,530 Points Michael Morgan (3/17/2014 8:31:00 AM)

    Magnificent poem; suspenseful narrative, irony, gorgeous packaging, important idea, American idiom; great 'twist'. What more do you need MM (Report) Reply

  • Rookie J. River (3/16/2012 2:49:00 AM)

    Hey man, nice write. I got chills when the angels showed up :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 12 Points Martin O'Neill (3/6/2012 8:33:00 AM)

    This reminds me of the style of Tom Waits in Frank's wild Years. Erudite, touching and perfectly observed. (Report) Reply








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