Desesperanto (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
Poems about bathroom (31 Poems)
First Party At Ken Kesey’s With Hell’s Angels (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire ...
The Lion For Real (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
"Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on ...
What’s Up with That Baby? (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Unhappy, poopy, smelly diapers the baby bottle in the crib. Was she drooling or talking, mumbling something, crawling in place. ...
Like the Porch of the Maidens (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The row of toothbrushes their heads, like the Porch of the Maidens that image of their marvel, seen so long ...
The Stealth of Her Design (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the early morning dewlight the stealth of her design the intricate lattice revealed. Ribbons concentric ovals rays, lines radiating ...
A Six Year Old Singing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A happy, loving, six year old singing for the joy of it greeting the day, this morning Not sure who ...
A Running Angel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A burst of familiar motion racing down from the chancel to my pew A very serious angel needing to go ...
Blue Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Laughter, bright holy laughter preceded the blur of blue, running down the church's hallway hands held high, blue past the ...
Walking with the Creator (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A set of bathroom doors, "Adam" and "Eve", just outside the sanctuary door, flickered in my memory Thinking about those ...
A Fuzzy Orange Band (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A question, an important question Framed and pregnant in my mind had to wait a little longer for its asking ...
I Was Six (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My wife shared with me new candles votives to replace those used up Suddenly I was six, maybe eight certainly ...
Butter Melting (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She marched into the kitchen all purposeful and proud stepstool from the bathroom in her four-year old arms "I'm going ...
On a Theme by Frost (Robert Francis Poem)
Amherst never had a witch O Coos or of Grafton But once upon a time There were three old women. ...
Adolescence II (Rita Dove Poem)
Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting. Sweat prickles behind my knees, the baby-breasts are alert. Venetian ...
Circulation (Raymond Carver Poem)
And all at length are gathered in. --LOUISE BOGAN By the time I came around to feeling pain and woke ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
The History Of One Tough Motherfucker (Charles Bukowski Poem)
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
The Most Beautiful Woman In Town (Charles Bukowski Poem)
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
An Almost Made Up Poem (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
While Someone Telephones (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn't be worse, minutes of a barbaric condescension. --Stare out the bathroom window at the fir-trees, ...
My Philosophy of Life (John Ashbery Poem)
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
A Sad Child (Margaret Atwood Poem)
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, ...
Gamblers All (Charles Bukowski Poems)
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you ...
Who In The Hell Is Tom Jones? (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks- about the time of ...
We Ain’t Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain (Charles Bukowski Poems)
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...