Not Enough Pastel Plaid (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the shop, a bit too pretty, pristine I caught a few subtle, furtive, slightly disdainful glances supposing, deciding we ...
In the shop, a bit too pretty, pristine I caught a few subtle, furtive, slightly disdainful glances supposing, deciding we ...
Out of the fog of dusk she stood motionless watching in stillness the rush of human life hurtling past her ...
Each of us, mom and dad, seem to have slightly longer arms, right arms now, after the pulling, the tugging, ...
A face smiled at me from across the room caught in the shadows and folds of the floral patterned valance ...
Cou'd we stop the time that's flying Or recall itt when 'tis past Put far off the day of Dying ...
Methinks this World is oddly made, And ev'ry thing's amiss, A dull presuming Atheist said, As stretch'd he lay beneath ...
She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
Nothing but "No," and "Aye," and "Aye," and "No"? How falls it out so strangely you reply? I tell ye, ...
We miss Her, not because We see -- The Absence of an Eye -- Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society ...
The man whose term we would remember as our longest, constant serving Head of State, besides the late Sir Robert ...
Nero was not worried when he heard the prophecy of the Delphic Oracle. "Let him fear the seventy three years." ...
So much I gazed on beauty, that my vision is replete with it. Contours of the body. Red lips. Voluptuous ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried ...
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
I wanted to see the self, so I looked at the mulberry. It had no trouble accepting its limits, yet ...
I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing at what emerged behind that back, and saw a chair pushed slightly ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I met a juniorâ?"not so juniorâ?"and a-many others, who knew 'him' or 'them' long ago, slightly, whom I know. It ...
I. June was not over Though past the fall, And the best of her roses Had yet to blow, When ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
I have enough treasures from the past to last me longer than I need, or want. You know as well ...
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