It's time you learn the power & history of Gold
Forks, Washington | Madison Goldbeck
Life we wake into,
Move about to,
then die.
So still, so cool.
Till a Giant proclaims a color to wheat,
Will we see beyond this red heat.
Such as these are still.
In honor of Emily Dickinson's birthday.
A dusty fan circulated across the room from one end to the other. It’s been a while since Augustus put it to use, so he couldn’t blame the junk for its inability to remember its single duty. Arkansas hasn’t had a summer night like this since he was a child. He lay in his damp […]
Father feeds the birds gathered in the barn Though never seeing his hand Sparrow is told to thank him But it was her mother who flew into the sky And brought a penny to the nest. It is the same hand Sparrow is told to thank That provides the cat its dinner A repast out […]
I was lying in the sun, Near juniper shrubs and storybook villas. Not enough profit and pleasure in the telling of, The tapping of a cigarette, The brush of bare knees, A long draught of wine, Closing the shutters on balconies, With blinds made of lace at Angel’s Bay. Red watermelon hues. I’ve read […]
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