by Thomas Davis
“Well,” Paul was saying. “I’d as soon leave the pine.
That way I’d know the thing and have it out
Where everyone could see the what of what… 261 more words
3 days, 11 hours
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
We have all been slaves
and rich men.
We have run like the salmon
with our freedom gone.
Be it red man, black man, 38 more words
1 week, 1 day
Two Tuscan pirates seized sweet Bacchus fast
And with a shout of heady, lusty joy
Hauled him away to vineyards where slim asps
Were in the pirate’s blood and bones employ. 91 more words
1 week, 3 days
when we saw a cedar forest
whose trees seemed
as if they were from another world,
we saw a child’s tale— 65 more words
2 weeks, 2 days
King Rotten picked a bone out of the air!
The ivories tickled white with music wild!
Gold flashed and slid within the living room… 118 more words
2 weeks, 5 days
I can’t remember when
the old man’s house became unliving,
when the closed-off rooms became closed-off
from life and put on the shelf, 95 more words
“They’ve always been half nuts,” she said.
He frowned, looked pained, and shook his head.
“No matter what, they’re still my brothers,” 320 more words