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There are similarities I notice: that the hills which the eyes make flat as a wall… together, open as I move to let me through; become

the wind is howling tonight i can feel the irony as bob is singing on the TV ain’t it funny that no matter how many lives we live

At this moment in time, we’d like to invite First Class passengers only to board the aircraft. We now extend our invitation to Exclusive, Superior, Privilege and Excelsior members, foll...

“O who can ever gaze his fill,” Farmer and fisherman say, “On native shore and local hill, Grudge aching limb or callus on th… Father, grandfather stood upon thi…

A million million spermatozoa All of them alive; Out of their cataclysm but one poo… Dare hope to survive. And among that billion minus one

Lord Strawberry, a nobleman, collected birds. He had the finest aviary in Europe, so large that eagles did not find it uncomfortable, so well laid out that both humming birds and snow-b...

Understand, I am always trying to… what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape and so, last week,

we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…

This is the place you would rather not know about, this is the place that will in hab… this is the place you cannot imagi… this is the place that will finall…

A Sonnet A sense of impermanence in the air Just as the sun dips low beyond th… This blessed moment won’t last for… Overcome by darkness and nighttim…

Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, lik… the wings of a moth in the beak of… Who has it, and who doesn’t? I keep looking around me.

I’d seen their hoofprints in the deep needles and knew they ended the long night under the pines, walking

espírit de corps one spirit inspired enthusiasm strong regard for integrity ethics and virtues

When my dreams showed signs of becoming politically correct no unruly images escaping beyond borders

Not quite four a.m., when the rapt… strikes me from sleep, and I rise from the comfortable bed and go to another room, where my books ar… in their neat and colorful rows. H…

Pretty women wonder where my secre… I’m not cute or built to suit a fa… But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say,

From a single grain they have mult… When you look in the eyes of one you have seen them all. At the edges of highways they pick at limp things.

I’ve worked at my work I’ve slept at my sleep I’ve died at my death and now I can leave. Leave what is needed

My son, my executioner, I take you in my arms, Quiet and small and just astir And whom my body warms. Sweet death, small son, our instru…

I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra

share the naked happiness ...Christmas time... the season of… brings back fond remembrances of y… every note... every song played and sung

dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?