Dear Colette (Erica Jong Poem)
Dear Colette, I want to write to you about being a woman for that is what you write to me. ...
Dear Colette, I want to write to you about being a woman for that is what you write to me. ...
At the back of the houses there is the wood. While there is a leaf of summer left, the wood ...
When the chilled dough of his flesh went in an oven not unlike those he fuelled all his life, I ...
Freezing dusk is closing Like a slow trap of steel On trees and roads and hills and all That can ...
Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow." And he answered: Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. ...
Scraping the new snow the crystals sparkling after dropping off the girls preparing for tomorrow The flakes like confectioner's sugar ...
Like looking inside a Faberge Like a living foundry of Hell the maw of the oven glowing orange and red ...
At our table, gathering, Luke searching the scriptures, the lessons for a recipe for a life, lived in piety blending ...
molten, elastic glowing, out of the oven living glass, changing January 12, 2008 (Raymond A. Foss)
Freshly tilled soil, rot on the forest floor chocolate bubbling on the stove Gardenias, violets, garlic breath Sulphur of the ...
He said his name was Billy, he worked in the same spot in this place the same spot he said ...
Not coffeecake though they evoke memories too no it was a tea ring, cinnamon, raisins, white icing and a maraschino ...
A grand presentation the three of us early one Sunday morning just before Easter A grand march with appropriate solemnity ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
The stupid jerk I'm obsessed with stands so close to me I can feel his breath on my neck and ...
You haven't finished your ape, said mother to father, who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers. I've had ...
Dey is times in life when Nature Seems to slip a cog an' go, Jes' a-rattlin' down creation, Lak an ...
For months on end the pumpkins lay at peace, their parent vines had all but browned and died although a ...
If I had been a Heathen, I'd have praised the purple vine, My slaves should dig the vineyards, And I ...
Your face broods from my table, Suicide. Your force came on like a torrent toward the end of agony and ...
Through frost-thick weather This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if Caught in a hazardous medium that might Merely by its ...
Into the furnace let me go alone; Stay you without in terror of the heat. I will go naked in--for ...
Los Angeles hums a little tune -- trucks down the coast road for Monday Market packed with small faces blinking ...
Los Angeles hums a little tune -- trucks down the coast road for Monday Market packed with small faces blinking ...
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