A Poet in the Kitchen (George Bradley Poems)
West Fifty-third was still Hell's Kitchenthe summer I first came to town,Eleventh Avenue was boarded up,the West Side Drive was ...
West Fifty-third was still Hell's Kitchenthe summer I first came to town,Eleventh Avenue was boarded up,the West Side Drive was ...
SPINDRIFT white shall her victims standOn the ivory quay, untrodBy living feet, when she nears Ghoststrand,To point her out to ...
Kuprianov and his dear lady Natasha after walking those swinish guests to the door prepare for bed.kuprianovsaid, taking off his ...
Many are the deceivers: The suburban matron, proper in the supermarket, list in hand so she won't suddenly fly, buying ...
. . . party on the stage of the Earl Carroll Theatre onFeb. 23. At this party Joyce Hawley, a ...
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours,full of white shirts and salad greens,the icebox knocking at our ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
The stupid jerk I'm obsessed with stands so close to me I can feel his breath on my neck and ...
Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting. Sweat prickles behind my knees, the baby-breasts are alert. Venetian ...
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod stove-warmed flatiron slid under the covers, mornings a damascene- sealed bizarrerie of fernwork ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost- silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus on ...
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor scrubbed the walls vacuumed cleaned the ...
I am not lazy. I am on the amphetamine of the soul. I am, each day, typing out the God ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
I am in a crate, the crate that was ours, full of white shirts and salad greens, the icebox knocking ...
As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, So is the slow ...
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