#AmericanWriters
There is a knocking in the skull, An endless silent shout Of something beating on a wall, And crying, “Let me out!” That solitary prisoner
Consider the auk; Becoming extinct because he forgot… Consider man, who may well become… Because he forgot how to walk and…
Hypochondriacs Spend the winter at the bottom of… the Adirondriacs. You go to Paris and live on champ… If you’re dipsomognac.
People live forever in Jacksonvil… But you don’t have to live forever… The entrance requirements for gram… You only have to live until your c… From that point on you start looki…
One way to be very happy is to be… For then you can buy orchids by th… And yet at the same time People d… Because it’s very funny But somehow if you’re rich enough…
Enter, breath; Breath, slip out; Blood, be channeled, And wind about. O, blessed breath and blood which…
The hunter crouches in his blind ‘Neath camouflage of every kind And conjures up a quacking noise To lend allure to his decoys This grown-up man, with pluck and…
Master I may be, But not of my fate. Now come the kisses, too many too… Tell me, O Parcae, For fain would I know,
Who wants my jellyfish? I’m not sellyfish!
I didn’t go to church today, I trust the Lord to understand. The surf was swirling blue and whi… The children swirling on the sand. He knows, He knows how brief my s…
First a little Then a lottle
Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is specially fond
Your hopeless patients will live, Your healthy patients will die. I have only this word to give: Wonder, and find out why
Being a father Is quite a bother. You are as free as air With time to spare, You’re a fiscal rocket
Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads And not the road.
