Helen In Hollywood (Judy Grahn Poem)
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
Man and I are sweethearts He craves me and I long for him, But alas! Between us has appeared A ...
More than the medium the calling from God to keep writing to trust in him alone The gift I have ...
Sitting down, the kitchen table late lunch, lot going on His pencil, well, not exactly, sitting there on the table. ...
When I heard he had entered the harbor, and circled the wharf for days, I expected the worst: shallow water, ...
We knew their names or thought we did, we knew their faces from an album of places we'd played in ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
The Russian grin bellows his condolence tó the family: ah but it's Kay, & Ted, & Chris & Anne, Henry ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility ...
I Locke sank into a swoon; The Garden died; God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side. II Where got ...
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers. Let Shedeur ...
Thee, Queen of Shadows! -- shall I still invoke, Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew, When on mine ...
Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn't get 'em clean And so she thought she'd soak 'em in ...
"The spirits do not like the light," The medium said, and turned the switch; The little lady on my right ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
Through frost-thick weather This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if Caught in a hazardous medium that might Merely by its ...
There is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself -- Infinite, green, utterly untouchable. Angels swim in it, ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull, And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
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