out of high school for what my mother described as "a fancy sum, for something that still ... Perabo There is fire in my heart. I do what I can. I sleep deep sleep. I sit in my bedroom window, bare ... ing here, though, I've spent most of my time playing board games with Mr. Arnette, my ...
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a cap-gun model of it-did we sell it at my Dad's auction last summer?-was that what it was-and why ... themselves thundered, then say goodbye to the innocent and true school teacher, and the fresh-faced kid ... poetry, on a set that always looked the same but different too, how I never tired of his eloquence. And ...
goodbye, my queen, my fearsome darling, house of horror of my heart. I do not know how I’ll live without ... though it is all right to love the idea of motherly sweetness in anything. I put my hand into it, as if ... deposited into the earth. Sharon Olds Monday, July 16, 2012 Poetry Issue 142 Share Tweet ...
your dead. Goodbye to the cenotaphs on my mother's breasts. Goodbye to all the remaindered ... I wore one. It is more years The shrapnel that shattered my father's paybook Gripped me, and all ... deeper than refreshing of ploughs In the woe-dark under my mother's eye One anchor Holding my ...
that they had the body of my father. They had tracked me down by beginning with a phone number found in ... burial. I had, since I was a very young boy, grown up without this man they were calling my father. I had ... realizing that I was about to say goodbye to the one person who had the deepest impact on me... though ...
honey-I'm crushed. And I reach like this in my dark to a man with the everyday honey and warning in his last ... goodbye. 2 When the fifreen-vear-old runaway was found in the alley far down from the window she'd ... 1982 Poetry Work Issue 55 Print Share Tweet ...
Friday File," where I unload a bunch of links that caught my eye each week but didn't lend ... I have in the queue. But, it gooses my post count for the week so that the program directors won't ... wetbars of fancy hotels "I guarantee an authentic interaction with your pencil. What mechanical ...
same wind that pushes it from view encourages the tree to say goodbye, leaves flashing like minnows— ... Michael Bazzett Sunday, January 15, 2023 Poetry Issue 163 Web Share Tweet ...
Winter 1995/96
Fresno State and Puma J. C. They're from the fancy places that once owned our poetry. We had the ... what it wanted to do, but she felt that my generation had to assert itself early because we were under ... they will vanish from the earth in their bodily incarnations and then maybe my writing will get as good ...
I'll whisper goodbye in your ear. Thank you for letting me know you, for sharing an immense minute of ... my existence. Everything will be forgotten, of course. There never was anything and what was nothing ... whisper goodbye in your ear. Goodbye. I'm leaving now. But I'm taking these hours with ...
