Provisions (Margaret Atwood Poem)
What should we have taken with us? We never could decide on that; or what to wear, or at what ...
What should we have taken with us? We never could decide on that; or what to wear, or at what ...
My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn't the moon warm enough for you why do you need ...
This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous ...
He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. ...
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost- silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus on ...
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become a wish to assimilate the world, including you, ...
Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise sex is not dentistry the slick filling of aches and cavities you ...
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones empty themselves and become hollow. When you ...
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, ...
You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, ...
The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your ...
The rest of us watch from beyond the fence as the woman moves with her jagged stride into her pain ...
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is ...
You take my hand and I'm suddenly in a bad movie, it goes on and on and why am I ...
Gone are the days when you could walk on water. When you could walk. The days are gone. Only one ...
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would ...
Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: The edge of the forest, ...
In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It's two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is ...
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flecks ...
My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling, how ...
There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your ...
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, this is a fish, blue and flat on ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
You fit into me like a hook into an eye A fish hook An open eye (Margaret Atwood)
This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men ...
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