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Rhapsody on a Windy Night T.S. Eliot Twelve o’clock.
Rhapsody on a Windy Night T.S. Eliot Twelve o’clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations ...

Hello friends! So if you havent heard, the New Yorker magazine has
Hello friends! So if you havent heard, the New Yorker magazine has just made its articles from 2007 onwards freely available online. Catch: you only h...

Six Principles of the Narrative Essay My principles for narrative
Six Principles of the Narrative Essay My principles for narrative essay-writing. So far. 1. Write for the switch It takes time to become immersed in ...

What kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand
What kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for ...

The Centre of the Universe by Paul Durcan Pushing my trolley
The Centre of the Universe by Paul Durcan Pushing my trolley about in the supermarket; I am the centre of the universe; Up and down the aisles of be...

1. How deep the universe, how dark and filled with light What
1. How deep the universe, how dark and filled with light What comes after myth, after the tale about the woman and the beast, the jaded field, the lo...

Composition Emma Townley-Smith When I move the compass in its
Composition Emma Townley-Smith When I move the compass in its lazy circle Like a leaf, spiraling, Seeking to connect the lines of longitude over Russ...

Sorrow Why does the thin grey strand Floating up from the
Sorrow Why does the thin grey strand Floating up from the forgotten Cigarette between my fingers, Why does it trouble me? Ah, you will understan...

When beauty seeks me and breathes, frail, in my face, I am the
When beauty seeks me and breathes, frail, in my face, I am the fool that tries to inhale its colour so my lungs can be artwork in the stained glass pa...

the lesson of the moth by Don Marquis (Via Edgar Foo) i was
the lesson of the moth by Don Marquis (Via Edgar Foo) i was talking to a moth the other evening he was trying to break into an electric light bulb an...