abecedarian poemThe Servants Fell Asleep in the Master's Bedroomabecedarian poem
A bit of milk, please, Bring it to the upper room of the Castle where I'm Dreaming red and Ether clouds in mask Five hundred yards of silk and Give me a pencil Half-a-dozen eggs In the morning Jacob will spin salt-circles across Kansas Lemon-drops on canine tongues Melt screaming stains No one comes here Open Prairie still, anxious Questions for the teacher Reach up to the moon Save me a seat Tear your shirt Underwater Victor forms pancakes With chains
"On Family"Margaret Bernstorff sits at her kitchen table. She is surrounded by volumes of newspapers stacked in piles like pancakes to the ceiling. She is reading the latest Evanston Review on how another Northwestern student was mauled by a bear. Margaret saves newspapers because they help keep her company when the sun sets time. though Frank, Anita, and Elaine are playing scrabble in a cornfield of newsprint Margaret always has a hard time finding them, especially with a prescription of twenty below sea level"On Family"
she stopped looking for them in 1982, which is also when she star
Louis de Pointe du LacWhite rose petal face and marble smooth sea shell surface, powdered your lizard eyes spearpoint straight with that crestfallen sincerity of plush pomegranate lips loose strands of hair frame your faceLouis de Pointe du Lac
you are dead, sweet angel, death has become you, it brings you to this place underground sunless, silent, damp, an odor of dog urine, savagery, and vomit here you sit and hang your head bate the thirst starve yourself to cry
yes, you are dead.
you yearn to sleep a hard day's sleep in a bed beside a bride feel the sunli
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Money takes you around the world, your imagination takes you further!
I appreciate it very much
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"God is the greatest artist ever, I'm just blessed to be able to capture some of that beauty with my camera..."
- Jesus Salazar
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Love is like Photography it only develops in Darkness
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..."So cold what’s around; And your sweet warmth
Penetrating my skin; Holding my breath".....
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All that we seen or seem
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