My girlfriend’s father hooked and hauled itaboard a chartered cabin cruiser the previous summer.Now it’s arched. mid-breach, a canopyabove the recliner shoved against the wall,a crocheted afghan draped over my girlfriend and me, the TV on, Disney cartoons.I still don’t know if it was real or fake.Her sister and little brother on the couch acrossfrom us, he’s hooked on some … [Read more...] about Swordfish Mounted On The Paneled Rec-Room Wall, By: Leonard Kress
A Little More, By: Lanre Sonde
The little distant between usfeels like worlds apartI want us a little closerI truly care about youand a little moreSeeing your face every morningwith a little smilemelts my heartHow lovely it isto know you a little moreAt night, when I feel a little drowsyI stay up a little moreto talk you, to hear you speakthose little wordswords that mean everythingDon't ever be shy with … [Read more...] about A Little More, By: Lanre Sonde
On Gossamer Wings, By: Teri Dourmashkin
I want to feel magic, like silk in my hands.I want to escape pain, I walk holy lands.I want to feel passion, kisses etched in the sky.I want to melt like chocolate, let my tears tell you why.I want missing decades to stir me to cry.I want to hold you in deep wells of my heart.I want new pages; I want a new start. … [Read more...] about On Gossamer Wings, By: Teri Dourmashkin
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXIX. – Stanzas – Composed In The Simplon Pass, By: William Wordsworth
Vallombrosa! I longed in thy shadiest woodTo slumber, reclined on the moss-covered floor,To listen to Anio's precipitous flood,When the stillness of evening hath deepened its roar;To range through the Temples of Paestum, to museIn Pompeii preserved by her burial in earth;On pictures to gaze where they drank in their hues;And murmur sweet songs on the ground of their … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXIX. – Stanzas – Composed In The Simplon Pass, By: William Wordsworth
Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXIV. – The Italian Itinerant And The Swiss Goatherd. – Part II, By: William Wordsworth
I With nodding plumes, and lightly drestLike foresters in leaf-green vest,The Helvetian Mountaineers, on groundFor Tell's dread archery renowned,Before the target stood, to claimThe guerdon of the steadiest aim.Loud was the rifle-gun's reportA startling thunder quick and short!But, flying through the heights around,Echo prolonged a tell-tale soundOf hearts and hands alike … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour On The Continent, 1820 – XXIV. – The Italian Itinerant And The Swiss Goatherd. – Part II, By: William Wordsworth