Jessie (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
Rug covered stairs a landing above me a place for the lead toy soldiers, the ceramic cat, small bottles Playing ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
Tho' I get home how late -- how late -- So I get home - 'twill compensate -- Better will ...
A Clock stopped -- Not the Mantel's -- Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing -- That just now ...
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod stove-warmed flatiron slid under the covers, mornings a damascene- sealed bizarrerie of fernwork ...
I wonder how it all got started, this business about seeing your life flash before your eyes while you drown, ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Under the table, no. That last was stunning, that flagon had breasts. Some men grow down cursed. Why drink so, ...
His mother goes. The mother comes & goes. Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & then that dragoner's mother ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer. some damned ...
self-congratulatory nonsense as the famous gather to applaud their seeming greatness you wonder where the real ones are what giant ...
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you ...
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