The Cinnamon Peeler (Michael Ondaatje Poems)
If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed And leave the yellow bark dust On your pillow. ...
If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed And leave the yellow bark dust On your pillow. ...
A girl whom I've not spoken to or shared coffee with for several years writes of an old scar. On ...
Griffin calls to come and kiss him goodnight I yell ok. Finish something I'm doing, then something else, walk slowly ...
Speaking to you this hour these days when I have lost the feather of poetry and the rains of separation ...
Catch, my Uncle Jack said and oh I caught this huge apple red as Mrs Kelly's bum. It's red as ...
Two birds loved in a flurry of red feathers like a burst cottonball, continuing while I drove over them. I ...
Since my wife was born she must have eaten the equivalent of two-thirds of the original garden of Eden. Not ...
On the warm July river head back upside down river for a roof slowly paddling towards an estuary between trees ...
All night long the hockey pictures gaze down at you sleeping in your tracksuit. Belligerent goalies are your ideal. Threats ...
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