My Almost-Daughter, my Nearly-was Son (Chris Forhan Poems)
Those overtime nights in the ice factory, eyeing gauges, greasing gears: that's one thing. And the hours of clarinet lessons.All ...
Those overtime nights in the ice factory, eyeing gauges, greasing gears: that's one thing. And the hours of clarinet lessons.All ...
Late one evening I was sitting, gloomy shadows roundMe flitting,-- Mrs. Partington, a-knitting occupied the grate before;Suddenly I heard a ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
III. For the Creche Form 8277059, Sub-Section K I remember my mother, the day that we met, A thing I ...
me and you be sisters. we be the same. me and you coming from the same place. me and you ...
Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerebus ...
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