Praying Drunk (Andrew Hudgins Poem)
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to ...
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
WILLIAM Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough, Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's, And the Squire, and Lady ...
In the moment, the instance opening the candle so much of her her favorite scent her bridal bouquet growing in ...
How she described today the words, just right, warm enough so no coat, no sweater the day just past the ...
We stopped to see her work, the stuff of kindergarten And there you were, reflected in the drawings, the colors ...
Like putting on a favorite coat, our glasses a second skin Choosing to subordinate our will and take up our ...
Hand-me-down one-piece pajamas pink fleece-like all soft and thick held in place by the elastic of the cuff a little ...
She's riding the merry-go round still On the outer horse Holding an old and faded doll No longer a favorite ...
Preparing for an interview is it the one, that I have been hoping for the one that I see myself ...
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv, And there befell the episode I now perpose ...
I fish for words to say what I fish for, half-catch sometimes. I have caught little pan fish flashing sunlight ...
my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty suitcase because she kept threatening to run ...
The Judge is like the Owl -- I've heard my Father tell -- And Owls do build in Oaks -- ...
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure drop The Day must ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over. It feels like eating ...
It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England. We're within inches of the perfect distance from ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
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, ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
the vultures at the zoo (all three of the) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below on the ...
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