from the "Apple Anyone" SonnetsBy Leonard Schwartz
Shall I portray you as a blazing afternoon? The freaking almanac didnt forecast amber rain.
From IOVIS 3: Colors in the Mechanism of ConcealmentBy Anne Waldman
She dreams herself the mystic lover of Che Guevara (a corpse) indoctrinated in anti-imperialismo and is roused to write an alturistic manifesto for the good of all humanity.
The After-Dinner WarBy John Ashbery
There is in this sack a different sort of meal. The Mabinogion What it narrows down to is a market-driven fantasia on others themes. You got a tender little look at it back there where three roads cross. Are you ticklish? has requested