The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Wallowing in this bloody sty, I cast for fish that pleased my eye (Truly Jehovah's bow suspends No pots of ...
A roaring company that festive night; The beast of dialectic dragged his chains, Prowling from chair to chair is the ...
The wine of astonishment is house wine at my house. The whiskey of it is a sauce we savor. The ...
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
It was the dark chocolate and the thirty-year old scotch that was the one, so smooth silk sliding down my ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
for tess Tonight there's a crowd in my head: all the things you are not yet. You are words without ...
I know but will not tell you, Aunt Irene, why there are soap suds in the whiskey: Uncle Robert had ...
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips, this whiskey tastes like California but is Kentucky, like Berkeley where he truly ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
Kind Christians, pray list to me, And I'll relate a sad story, Concerning a little blind girl, only nine years ...
we are succulents our cool jade arms open over clean tables our fine bone china minds pull the strings of ...
The sky was a midnight blue velvet cloth draping a birdcage and no moon but the breeze was whistling and ...
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
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