Notes On Vision (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
My mother stands at the screen door, laughing."Out out damn Spot," she commands our silly dog.I wonder what this means. ...
I was born in Belfast between the mountain and the gantriesTo the hooting of lost sirens and the clang of ...
At nine fifteen a.m. on the first day of his eighty- first year. Why don't I first-person myself? I was ...
How cool was that! My grandpa was the Pool Man at the camp. In charge of the vacuum, the chemist ...
Smell of oil, of chlorine Burn the nose of this six year old My grandfather in his domain At the ...
HAVE me in the blue and the sun. Have me on the open sea and the mountains. When I go ...
THE MOUTH of this man is a gaunt strong mouth. The head of this man is a gaunt strong head. ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories