I Know You’re Still Smiling, You Can’t Help It by Fletcher Young
I’m not sure that anyone sane mourns you. Not the people of the city, or the commissioner and his wife,…
I’m not sure that anyone sane mourns you. Not the people of the city, or the commissioner and his wife,…
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The house is empty except for me. I move slowly, remembering myself—this is the way my neck falls into my…
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Skies of crimson kissed the day good-night. The trees bowed as the rain fell. Leaves twisted in the air, screaming…
CROOKED TRAIL i’ve determination and fortitude motivation and gumption i will carry on. despite obstacles i face i’ve courage and…
I am a stinking drunk, old, dissolute, grizzled, and unkempt — a writer. Like so many other decrepit desperadoes in…
Birds must dip their plumes in space: We are the loveliest in the dark, When the moon sews itself up…
WHAT LOVE IS While falling asleep on my belly with my face in the pillow, your hand casually rests on…