I couldn’t say if…
i couldn’t say if the warmth on my lips is from your breath, or the coffee i’ve been drinking to stay awake with you. And now you could read... South of the Border, West of the Sun In A German Pension But Beautiful Speak, Memory Homesick For Another World...
The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
The feeling of the sea, the dark, drunken feeling that unearthly rolling always brings? The thrill of saying good-bye? The sweet tears you weep for your song? Are you going to give up the life which has detached you from the world, kept you remote, impelled you...
Dream-Pedlary
if there were dreams to sell, what would you buy? some cost a passing bell, some a light sigh, that shakes from life’s fresh crown only a rose-leaf down. if there were dreams to sell, merry and sad to tell, and the crier rung the bell, what would you buy? a...
On The Road
…I told her my dreams. I told her about the big snake of the world that was coiled in the earth like a worm in an apple and would some day nudge up a hill to be there – after known as snake hill and fold out upon the plain, a hundred miles long, and...