Notice (Steve Kowit Poem)
This evening, the sturdy Levi's I wore every day for over a year & which seemed to the end in ...
This evening, the sturdy Levi's I wore every day for over a year & which seemed to the end in ...
Swimming the English Channel, struggling to make it to Calais, I swam into Laura halfway across. My body oiled for ...
the sky sinks its blue teeth into the mountains. Rising on pure will (the lurch & lift-off, the sudden swing ...
In a week or ten days the snow and ice will melt from Cemetery Road. I'm coming! Don't move! Once ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
God's call, not a halfway thing calling for us, an offering of all offering our daily lives, ourselves on the ...
More than halfway up the pass Was a spring with a broken drinking glass, And whether the farmer drank or ...
There sandy seems the golden sky And golden seems the sandy plain. No habitation meets the eye Unless in the ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Love me little, love me long, Then we neither can be wrong: You in giving, I in taking; There is ...
She walks as lightly as the fly Skates on the water in July. To hear her moving petticoat For me ...
The problem was the manner of choice (or whether there was a choice for that matter) as you had taken ...
I woke up with a spot of blood over my eye. A scratch halfway across my forehead. But I'm sleeping ...
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
I don't know one damned butterfly from another my ignorance of the stars is formidable, also of dogs & ferns ...
Disturbed, when Henry's love returned with a hubby,â?" I see that, Henry, I don't put that down,â?" he thought he ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flecks ...
she was hot, she was so hot I didn't want anybody else to have her, and if I didn't get ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
Too volatile, am I?too voluble?too much a word-person? I blame the soup:I'm a primordially stirred person. Two pronouns and a ...
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