here are 4 poems i've written in the past few years that i sent to many literary journals, to no avail. actually, a literary journal called Poetry Motel told me they would publish "saints" but I could never reach them after that one letter from them, so, who knows. well, here goes.... a bit dark in places: 4 poems by Robin Crane Saints For you the saints of love appear They ask you what you’re doing here You say you’ve needed them so long You’ve since forgotten what was wrong. Female Traveler In Washington they’d probably Prefer to just remember me. In Michigan my ma and pa Left for me what as kids they saw. Savannah with its sexy grins Is where I threw up all my gin. New York New York the laundry hangs On lines that line the sky with veins. Los Angeles I made my home But panic freezes up my bones The only words that comfort me Are “Coast to Coast Cab Company.” All This Could Be Yours As in a farcical mystery novel Whose hapless hero falls unconscious in a den of murder...