The Promise
When you sleep your lips grow childish
poetry
Poem
Did you
The Word
Though I have the gift of tongues
How He Lost the Respect of a Friend By Pointing at the Moon
Tonight I looked up from my work and saw the sky through
Agh
Two business men at lunch
Mayakovsky
Immortal? Yes, but what of it?
Those Country Guys
Those guys with wart-hard faces
The Ridden Ones
Mad! They were mad as mosquitoes
Fish Creek: 1885
Till the last step: God save the Queen!
Picasso
Add to the five senses a multitude
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