I feel a swoon,
I fall across,
Stretching towards the moon,
Reaching out to touch,
My dreams of fantasy,
That never seem to make much,
Sense and conscience are lost,
In this weather of winter frost.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia