Randolph Giteau (poem)
It was a full moon, like tonight, except it was during Prohibition…
A blog by Bedrieger Junction's Slant of Light writing group
It was a full moon, like tonight, except it was during Prohibition…
You asked the forbidden question. The visiting professor turned pale…
No grass will grow on my grave…
Four watchers in the room, / wind rattling panes…
a bright morning / in early fall…
Everything startles them / in the cemetery over there…
In this surrealist novel, full of images from alchemy and astrology and occult lore, two people try to find each other.
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A partial biography of an ongoing life, following Blake’s continuing influence.
I haven’t been writing a lot of poetry lately, but last night I went to bed determined to write a poem before going to sleep.