Rondeau Redoublé (Sophie Hannah Poem)
I know the rules and hear myself agree Not to invest beyond this one night stand. I know your patter: ...
I know the rules and hear myself agree Not to invest beyond this one night stand. I know your patter: ...
I can't ridge it back again from char. Not one board left. Only ash a cat explores and shattered glass ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, everybody knows it. Even when we are young, we glimpse it sometimes, ...
the sky is shattered its debris clutters the world's streets where the light came from is a question charred beyond ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
The lawns returning the ornaments, the features the debris exposed as are the shoots Released from the snow in spring ...
As I woke this morning, I remembered I remembered that day, the exact moment when I saw the towers, innocence ...
After the chaos, the blizzard of wrapping, boxes, bows toys and games and clothes being torn from their slumber the ...
Some days, some of them are like stopping a train wreck, already in progress, the sequence of events long since ...
Earnest, nodding heads a trio of repentant souls agreeing with the restated rule, after cleaning the debris, the drying eyes, ...
Walking to the courthouse to make copies for a pending case no urgent brisk walk for arguments, for the challenge ...
A human interest story in the midst of the chaos the flooding of the Merrimack in the heart of the ...
The river brought down dead horses, dead men and military debris, indicative of war or official acts upstream, but it ...
Nothing came to claim my muse, instead I dreamed of freedoms neatly folded in a treasure chest lying in the ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
As though the mercury's under its tongue, it won't talk. As though with the mercury in its sphincter, immobile, by ...
A list of some observation. In a corner, it's warm. A glance leaves an imprint on anything it's dwelt on. ...
La sottise, l'erreur, le péché, la lésine, Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps, Et nous alimentons nos aimables remords, ...
Today, my love, leaves are thrashing the wind just as pedestrians are erecting again the buildings of this drab forbidding ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
My most respected comrades of posterity! Rummaging among these days' petrified crap, exploring the twilight of our times, you, possibly, ...
The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted ...
'Twas on a Monday morning, and in the year of 1884, That a fire broke out in Bailie Bradford's store, ...
'Twas in the year of 1858, and on October the fourteenth day, That a fire broke out in a warehouse, ...
'Twas in the year of 1889, and in the month of June, Ten thousand people met with a fearful doom, ...
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