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The house is so quiet now The vacuum cleaner sulks in the co… Its bag limp as a stopped lung, it… Grinning into the floor, maybe at… Slovenly life, my dog-dead youth.
“There’s never a dull moment in… —The Insight Lady Dear old equivocal and closest fri… Grand Vizier to a weak bewildered… Now we approach The Ecclesiastean…
The cursive crawl, the squared-off… these by themselves delight, even… a meaning, in a foreign language,… Chinese, for instance, or when ska… all day across the lake, scoring t…
This morning, between two branches… Beside the door, epeira once again Has spun and signed his tapestry a… I test his early-warning system an… It works, he scrambles forth in sa…
He didn’t want to do it with skill… He’d had enough of skill. If he n… Another villanelle, it would be to… And the same went for sonnets. If… Hard work learning to rime, it wou…
Two universes mosey down the stree… Connected by love and a leash and… Mostly I look at lamplight throug… While he mooches along with tail u… Getting a secret knowledge through…
My child and I hold hands on the… And when I leave him at the first… He cries a little but is brave; he… Let go. My selfish tears remind m… I cried before that door a life ag…
Each house had its ghost. Graves… The dead lived in him by his gray… He was, by their constraint upon h… Orpheus of all the lonesome, spent His evenings charting out a privat…
Late in November, on a single nig… Not even near to freezing, the gin… That stand along the walk dropp al… In one consent, and neither to rai… But as though to time alone: the g…
loquitur the sparrow in the Zoo No bars are set too close, no mesh… To keep me from the eagle and the… Whom keepers feed that I may free… This goes to show that if you have…
Here at the Super Duper, in a gla… Supplied by a rill of cold fresh w… Running down a glass washboard at… And siphoned off at the other, and… Perpetually renewed, a herd of lob…
Are generally over or around Erogenous zones, they seem to dive In the direction of those Dark places, and indeed It is their nature to be dark
Some nights it’s bound to be your… When nightmare is the short end of… When sleep is a part of town where… To walk at night, when waking is t… You have of distancing your wretch…
After the red leaf and the gold ha… Brought down by the wind, then by… Bruised and discolored, when Octo… Goes blue to guttering in the cusp… Sinks deeper into silence, darker…
