One Thirty-Six A.M. (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I laugh sometimes when I think aboutsayC?line at a typewriteror Dostoevsky…or Hamsun…ordinary men with feet, ears, eyes,ordinary men with hair ...
I laugh sometimes when I think aboutsayC?line at a typewriteror Dostoevsky…or Hamsun…ordinary men with feet, ears, eyes,ordinary men with hair ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
The words of the Spirit speaking through me the typing and sharing what the good news means to me Sharing ...
Printing the bulletins cleaning the rugs laying out the vestments the pouring of the cups Buying the bread typing the ...
The printing of the bulletins the cleaning of the rugs the laying out the vestments the pouring of the cups ...
The power of words the tongue and the pen the fingers typing on the keyboard sowing justice or dread So ...
Standing on water buoyed by your love even when the winds make some standing confidently knowing you can hold me ...
As certain of the strider counting on the surface tension to buoy it up on its feet We are to ...
Published on the internet ephemeral, lasting are my words fleeting moments in the web typing on gossamer strands, threads lines ...
Words of the psalmist, a prayer for peace so easy to eat the bread of anxious toil our lives judged ...
Cool bright light streaming in my window making it a bit hard to see the screen typing these lines; but ...
I believe, I have seen, I have witnesses the Holy Spirit, alive, living in me, in answer to prayer, in ...
All is quiet in the house, girls asleep, slowing down the only sound my fingers clicking these words the purr ...
I hear the verse in the cells of my fingers feel the pull of the words on the keyboard typing ...
What do we learn from the roads not taken, of choices made without full exploration? "What if", and "where would ...
as the poems go into the thousands you realize that you've created very little. it comes down to the rain, ...
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking smoking typing it was a most splendid miraculous time still ...
I am not lazy. I am on the amphetamine of the soul. I am, each day, typing out the God ...
I've been going right on, page by page, since we last kissed, two long dolls in a cage, two hunger-mongers ...
Talent is what they say you have after the novel is published and favorably reviewed. Beforehand what you have is ...
Scarlet as the cloth draped over a sword, white as steaming rice, blue as leschenaultia, old curried towns, the frog ...
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