Her handlers, dressed in vests and flannel pants, …
George Bradley
They cut off hands and composed cantatas; …
My poems are my children, and I swear …
Standing in line at the SuperSave, it all falls …
When they knew what he had given them, …
Suppose your mere existence sickened you, …
It makes one all right, though you hadn’t thought of it, …
In the southern Adriatic, where the blue begins, …