Deer in the Yard (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Looking our the window there was movement on the edge the edge of the fog of the morning Three deer ...
Looking our the window there was movement on the edge the edge of the fog of the morning Three deer ...
Whoa! or so she said in that perfect five-year old way, "that's a lot of peanuts!" she marveled, in her ...
Pining for peanuts praying for the nuts begging for them a gray squirrel by our porch pitch a peanut, watch ...
A certain smell distinct and acrid mold in the memories the boxes of our past saved too long in the ...
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this river as a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain. ...
Brown lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores ...
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
You'll wait a long, long time for anything much To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud And the ...
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at ...
The sky in the trees, the trees mixed up with what's left of heaven, nearby a patch of daffodils rooted ...
Because finally the personal is all that matters, we spend years describing stones, chairs, abandoned farmhouses- until we're ready. Always ...
I am having a haircut today, it is not a complex event requiring excellent foresight, careful planning or indecent logistical ...
In a slow drawn focus the concrete blocks that prop up my view of the sky morph soft and easy ...
Like the foghorn that's all lung, the wind chime that's all percussion, like the wind itself, that's merely air in ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
I THERE is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind, Omnific. His most holy name is Love. Truth of subliming import! with ...
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumstance, though possibility ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
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