epub |eng | | Author:Sheila M.F. Johnston

In this poem Pauline lampoons her wildly successful poem “The Song My Paddle Sings.” HIS MAJESTY, THE WEST WIND Once in a fit of mental aberration I wrote some stanzas ...

epub |eng | | Author:James Clarke [Clarke, James]

BUT DON’T SAY I DIDN’T WARN YOU The CNR parked empty boxcars on the siding beside the York Trading building on Bethune Street and often the doors were left open. ...

epub |eng | 2020-02-25 | Author:Anne Carson

Enter Norma Jeane on wind phone, hand to ear. Dear Hermione, I dreamed of you. I saw you floating face down. Every day is a struggle here, I woke up ...

epub |eng | 2019-03-15 | Author:John Wall Barger

Swarm Before I meet Angelinia, the celebrated artist, my anguish is barbed wire I am trapped inside. She shows me the breach. She is a genius. I work for her. ...

epub, azw3 |eng | 2020-03-05 | Author:Giana Darling [Darling, Giana]

What is more dangerous? A man with a gun Or one posed with a pen? The kind who threatens your safety The one where you might end up dead Or ...

epub |eng | 2019-04-16 | Author:Claire Kelly

epub, azw3 |eng | 2017-07-05 | Author:Kai Cheng Thom

the lady in the moon for years, i would only have sex in places where i could see the sky forests shot through with wet starlight falling between cedar branches, ...

epub |eng | 2017-03-22 | Author:Vivek Shraya

dor: i think about this a lot. i don’t think privilege makes any one human a bad person. i think ignoring your privilege, defending your privilege, or refusing to understand ...

epub |eng | 1998-05-31 | Author:Margaret Atwood

for them of going round and round is (faster slower) going round and round ii Being with you here, in this room is like groping through a mirror whose glass ...

epub |eng | 2011-01-01 | Author:Richard Wagamese [Wagamese, Richard]

me I seen that too an’ I looked at her and my face wasn’t so big and sad no more “you bring the fire here,” she said “you light the ...

mobi, epub |eng | 2006-01-01 | Author:Robin Blaser

widely translated, world napkin, And perhaps, after all, there is no secret. We incline to think that the problem of the Universe is like the Freemason's mighty secret, so terrible ...