Month: April

I try to make tea out of dust

The newspapers are having a field day

Getting shot hurts

Why should we consider the soul mortal?

The bird has learned the bark of the dog

The Pole at Last!!!

It may lack elegance, but is infallible

I do not seem to care for the “boys” very much

My oldest Friend is at last going to leave me

Some monstrous gullet suffocating with fury

O God is there no redress, no peace, no justice in this land for us?

I have never been less communicative with a crew

How can men be so cruel, as many of them are

I care not what becomes of me

I never saw daffodils so beautiful

Color and I are one

Poor wreck that I am

Wonder, astonishment, and devotion

We gather the world into the compass of our speculation

Love Will Never Do without You

The ocean is strewn with a litter of woodwork, chairs and bodies

At dusk it takes on a life of its own

CORONACION DAY

The British people are like children

We spend our lives in tense expectation

His tiny tadpole body…

Work under any circumstances

I have been playing a new game called insomnia

Oh Misery or the reverse!

Not one in a hundred is sober