Another Awkward Stage Of Convalescence (Bob Hicok Poem)
Drunk, I kissed the moon where it stretched on the floor. I'd removed happiness from a green bottle, both sipped ...
Drunk, I kissed the moon where it stretched on the floor. I'd removed happiness from a green bottle, both sipped ...
Spring Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and Life is alive from ...
Sometimes hesitant sitting fitfully hesitant to come not yet ready that moment too some called to come, forward falling at ...
My hands cupped waiting, in my stillness silently waiting for the bread, the offering his life for me, that I ...
Oh Lord, we tremble, solemn with joy, yet feeling unworthy something about the truth of our earthly nature hearing your ...
The crushed rose gathered yet so much living yet resting on the sleeve of my jacket taken off for the ...
More than the words on the page trying to bring them there the moment in my hushed office feeling her ...
Cupped in her hand offered for me baby rose petals from the remains of the bouquet poured out tumbling onto ...
Hot summer eve watching by the lawn, the field dancing light in the grasses the fireflies showing their finery climbing ...
My prayer, for my words the ancient words of Christ beginning in that upper room passed down from the saints ...
Five small bodies, looking away from the playground green grass, bright perfect blue sky peering in, hands cupped to the ...
Cupped fingers, knitted together the leaves of the tulips rising from the humus, the earth as if in prayer, cupped ...
Even me Lord?, yes that question lingers, kneeling at the altar rail, a piece of bread, torn from the one ...
Coming to your table on my knees at the rail taking the bread into my cupped hands drinking of the ...
Yesterday, today, each time I walked by a tiny bit of down, a feather nestled in the gutter, in the ...
It was the incongruity the foreign color, out of place sand camouflage on the Humvee merging with me, on the ...
He gently cupped his hand around the flickering flame shepherding the light into the chancel shielding the light, the warmth ...
We walk silently, hands cupped rising to receive the bread, dip into the wine, the living symbol of his blood, ...
The edge of the water's surface Cupped a bit of Mallard down this morning. Shed and forgotten by its owner ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point before me A burst of squawks and the Beating of heavy wings ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point before me A burst of squawks and the Beating of heavy wings ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point Burst of squawks and Beating of heavy wings Filled the air The ...
You asked me who the woman next to me was I said, "she is my heart," Holding my cupped hands ...
Our little helper, all of three, upset I was washing the broiler pan - without her Move over Dad!, She ...
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
I Everyone has their own peculiar price, not quantifiable in currency. When my hypodermic grazed your vein, you confessed yours. ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
Through waning afternoons we glide the watery peripheries of love. A silence, a quietude falls. Above us--the sagging pavilions of ...
the people are very small and shrink, dwarves on the way to netsuke hell bound for a flea circus in ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
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