The House Of Dust: Part 04: 07: The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
A night drive to Ein Yahav in the Arava Desert, a drive in the rain. Yes, in the rain. There ...
You take my hand and I'm suddenly in a bad movie, it goes on and on and why am I ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch and i won't ...
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