Tart Fruit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A clutch of blackberries tempting to the eye calling for the picking, before the birds get their fill so bright, ...
A clutch of blackberries tempting to the eye calling for the picking, before the birds get their fill so bright, ...
Leaders, of our nation a day from work, from toil to ponder their legacy, this place, this idea this aspirational ...
How could they lose him, he was only twelve, not know he was with them? Not know for a full ...
No longer the same little girl or is she, the same, really? An impish grin, cunning, negotiating a better deal ...
Newpaper smeared on my face over and over, to get the right five o'clock shadow a ripped gray sweatshirt hair ...
Cremora and Kahlua a pair of brand names shared space in the brandy snifter that bleary New Year's Eve they ...
D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
'Tis true I write and tell me by what Rule I am alone forbid to play the fool To follow ...
Cou'd our First Father, at his toilsome Plough, Thorns in his Path, and Labour on his Brow, Cloath'd only in ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
Liner Notes - (from No More Mister Nice Girl) I was having a foul day. Some geezer harrassed me on ...
Clear Ancor, on whose silver-sanded shore My soul-shrin'd saint, my fair Idea lies, O blessed brook, whose milk-white swans adore ...
Our flood's-queen Thames for ships and swans is crown'd, And stately Severn for her shore is prais'd, The crystal Trent ...
Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved -- The Site -- of it -- by ...
It is amazing, while I lay in bed, I had the lines roaring through my head like locusts on the ...
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
The poet Phernazis is composing the important part of his epic poem. How Darius, son of Hystaspes, assumed the kingdom ...
John Grubby who was short and stout And troubled with religious doubt, Refused about the age of three To sit ...
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Next to him the eldest daughter: She suggested very little Only asked if he would take her With her look ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
The whole idea of it makes me feel like I'm coming down with something, something worse than any stomach ache ...
The opposite seeks the opposite and the drop of black grows within white until turning white into black and conversely ...
Make your daily monument the Ego, use a masochist's epistemology of shame and dog-eared certainty that others less exacting might ...
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