On The Loss Of Energy (And Other Things) (June Jordan Poems)
no more the chicken and the egg comeone of thembefore the otherbothbe fadin (steady)from the supersafeway/a&p/giantcircus uh-huh the pilgrim cornucopia it ain' a ...
no more the chicken and the egg comeone of thembefore the otherbothbe fadin (steady)from the supersafeway/a&p/giantcircus uh-huh the pilgrim cornucopia it ain' a ...
My youth? I hear it mostly in the long, volleyingEchoes of billiards in the pool hall whereI spent it all, ...
Summer, adieu Adieu gregarious season.Goodbye, 'revoir, farewell.Now day comes late; now chillier blows the breeze onForsaken beach and boarded-up hotel.Now wild ...
I knew a most superior camperWhose methods were absurdly wrong,He did not live on tea and damperBut took a little ...
Don't desert mejust because I stayed up last nightwatching The Lost Weekend.I know I've spent too much timepraising your naked ...
"1.WARMING UP THE BOXdelivered on time to persons with city & state line bearing only the words DEATH CITY - ...
In the spirit's solitary hoursIt is lovely to walk in the sunAlong the yellow walls of summer.Quietly whisper the steps ...
I don't know what's come to the summer In these dull and decadent years;But a fellow grows glummer and glummer ...
Still dark. I don't trustthe newspaper that ignores me."The accused murderer hada disturbed childhood."I shouldn't worry. As Ithink this the ...
Maxine, back from a weekend with her boyfriend, smiles like a big cat and says that she's a conjugated verb. ...
Requiring something lovely on his arm Took me to Stamford, Connecticut, a quasi-farm, His family's; later picking up the mammoth ...
In the words of the weekend the scripture, the words so long ago the reminders of our friends as a ...
Transforming words, living Christ's words explaining much, holy, about why we are here, in this sanctuary, in this fellowship, remembering ...
Around the clock, coming together around the community faithful prayers, lifting up the pilgrims, the team prayers for their being ...
Stepping out of your pew out of our assigned seating moved by the message, to step out in faith out ...
I can hear them now, squabbling a bit, not settling wrapped in Pocahontas downstairs on the pull-out couch Gramma and ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
What a weekend, it certainly defied all the pundits' trends, the 'World Game' French were trashed by Versace and petulance, ...
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Shell-shocked from Korea A grenade that left him The platoon's only survivor, Put him in Stanley Royd For thirty years. ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
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