10:10 PM 11/25/2 () no matter that our indifference could not be exaggerated too much to turn backwards even once or sent home weeping in the dark on a tireless bicycle --Don Hymans, Facing South by True North
12:40 PM 10/31/2 () Then I think of you in bed, your tongue half chocolate, half ocean --Anne Sexton, Eighteen Days Without You
12:11 PM 9/17/2 () Story is one way to interpret experience. What's really happening? Not story. Not participles. Not sentences made from unexpected parts. --Alice Notley, Do You Want to Be Excellent an a Actress No Not That Either
10:41 AM 9/10/2 () But die soon, Love. If what you have for yourself, does not stretch to your body's end. (Where, without preface, music trails, or your fingers slip from my arm --Amiri Baraka, Balboa, the Entertainer
4:47 PM 9/9/2 () Night is as night is, without hands.. --Li-Young Lee, Winged Seed
2:51 PM 8/1/2 () The Word has been abroad, is back, with a tanned look From its subsistence in the stiffening-mire. Cleansing has become killing, the reward Touchable, overt, clean to the touch. --Geoffrey Hill, Annunciations
4:14 PM 7/29/2 () Beauty is a simple passion, but, oh my friends, in the end you will dance the fire dance in iron shoes. --Anne Sexton, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
2:29 PM 6/19/2 () Hush I think now I may be the future:-- me well & working at the technology hut, you floating in a tall, complimentary glass --Ben Doyle, Weathers
2:24 PM 6/11/2 () Though I died of love followed by a bullet, and lie on the wrong side of granite, I practice telling you how the light traps the madder in your complicated hair. --D. Nurske, Walter Green
2:52 PM 5/23/2 () I, too, have guessed the joy of smashing vitreous taboo, annihilating structure, letting outside weather in. --Jan Clausen, From a Glass House
