Read To Me – Day Nineteen

The Dong With the Luminous Nose (a cento), by John Ashbery Within a windowed niche of that high hall I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks From camp to camp, through the foul womb […]

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Read To Me – Day Eighteen

Proverbs from Purgatory, by Lloyd Schwartz It was déjà vu all over again. I know this town like the back of my head. People who live in glass houses are worth two in the bush. One hand scratches the other. A friend in need is worth two in the bush. A bird in the hand […]

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