Cobblestones (Aaron Fogel Poems)
The coffin, set up as coffins always are, near the grave, contained the father. The sentence, set up as sentences ...
The coffin, set up as coffins always are, near the grave, contained the father. The sentence, set up as sentences ...
HARD to wait for the postman's trampUp the snowy walk, for the hand that gropesDeep in his pack, while the ...
October, and eleven after dark: Both mist and night. Among us in the coach Packed heat on which the windows ...
To Frank O'HaraSometimes when my eyes are red I go up on top of the RCA Building ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
You strop my anger, especially when I find you in restaurant or bar and pay for the same liquid, coming ...
How many tears can the ocean hold? What the history books Don't tell you is that The Indian Ocean was ...
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