Put on Your Cross (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like putting on a favorite coat, our glasses a second skin Choosing to subordinate our will and take up our ...
Like putting on a favorite coat, our glasses a second skin Choosing to subordinate our will and take up our ...
It was the dark chocolate and the thirty-year old scotch that was the one, so smooth silk sliding down my ...
Like a giant game of blocks is the washing of dishes of a family of five even when only the ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
Crushed Breached Bent Rent Your car Smell of fluids Spilt, spent Cold breath Hung in the air As I searched ...
Was it 12(g) that governed My studies tonight Use all my tools now, Spread before me, Or lose them later ...
Buzz In my ear Behind my glasses In my mouth. Landing on my arm, neck, face, clothes Oh, let me ...
Rug covered stairs a landing above me a place for the lead toy soldiers, the ceramic cat, small bottles Playing ...
Among the pens and pencils in my desk drawer a piece of eternity fractured and frozen brings me to that ...
WHERE now these mingled ruins lie A temple once to Bacchus rose, Beneath whose roof, aspiring high, Full many a ...
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
Having a wheel and four legs of its own Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone To get it anywhere that ...
Since the fern can't go to the sink for a drink of water, I graciously submit myself to the task, ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love, Or chide my palsy, or my gout, My five grey ...
He is stark mad, who ever says, That he hath been in love an hour, Yet not that love so ...
Belshazzar had a Letter -- He never had but one -- Belshazzar's Correspondent Concluded and begun In that immortal Copy ...
Clean your glory glasses, scrub the lenses clean and see the puissant morons stare; garbed in common guises far from ...
It grew out of the Annexe and our Corps in a world at peace while our army trained, magnificent in ...
The critic gushed and said, "Just like Jack, so raw, I never thought to see another writer just like Kerouac!" ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
This is not bad -- ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft ...
Hark, I hear the bells of Westgate, I will tell you what they sigh, Where those minarets and steeples Prick ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have ...
I am, outside. Incredible panic rules. People are blowing and beating each other without mercy. Drinks are boiling. Iced drinks ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
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