Neglectful Parents (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
How could they lose him, he was only twelve, not know he was with them? Not know for a full ...
How could they lose him, he was only twelve, not know he was with them? Not know for a full ...
She was struck silent, motionless as we entered the grocery store. For a fleeting moment, she was mesmerized, frozen where ...
Driving in the fall 'morn, light filtering into the clearing wood; I spied a wall awakening from its slumber, no ...
Like a human version, a young human version, of the famous jumping frog Calaveras County, or some other locale she ...
What must she have thought, when she reached into my jeans pocket before laundry and found a muskrat paw I ...
ONCE more permit me, nuns, and this the last; I can't resist, whatever may have passed, But must relate, what ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
The poster with my picture on it Is hanging on the bulletin board in the Post Office. I stand by ...
He would declare and could himself believe That the birds there in all the garden round From having heard the ...
The stupid jerk I'm obsessed with stands so close to me I can feel his breath on my neck and ...
A man is bringing a cup of coffee to his face, tilting it to his mouth. It's historical, he thinks. ...
A women had given birth to an old man. He cried to have again been caught in the pattern. Oh ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones-- In fact, he's remarkably fat. He doesn't haunt pubs--he has eight or nine ...
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
I had sex with a famous poet last night and when I rolled over and found myself beside him I ...
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel -- A Resonance of Emerald -- A Rush of Cochineal -- And ...
He said that he had hurt himself on a wall or that he had fallen. But there was probably another ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
Tonight the moon is a cracker, with a bite out of it floating in the night, and in a week ...
I wonder how it all got started, this business about seeing your life flash before your eyes while you drown, ...
Well, eight months ago one clear cold day, I took a ramble up Broadway, And with my hands behind my ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
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