American Sentences

Paradox

She never looks any older, for my love ages at the same rate.
 
How to Bait a Nymph

I first thought I'd leave some cookies on a plate. Then I remembered—poems.
 
Some Thoughts about Roses

Their buds erupt to blooms, so lovely, so fragile, so like my marriage.
 
Sinistral And Persistent

How fragile my treasures; how necessary that I repair them.
 
Finding sunken treasure is one thing but then there's bringing it to light.
 
Sisyphus, Master's Degree Candidate

Eternally rewriting a paper God never lets him finish.
 
Questions

If we'd met earlier, would I have loved you? Is that what friendship is?
 
Utopia

On a perfect Earth, besides world peace, we could have coffee together.
 
Giving up this swinging from chandeliers malarkey, bad for my poor hips. :(
The House Agent Explains Some Things In Re the Haunting of the Main Hall at The Ivies, Shropshire

The lighting's improved since Annie has stopped swinging from the chandelier.



Her spirit may still appear at times of stress or celebration. Previous owners have sometimes left her offerings of biscuits and cold tea, though with inconclusive results. A tribute of six index cards, each imprinted with a single word, seems to lessen the disturbances for some time, though the resulting sestina sighs on the winds characteristic for the area for months afterwards.
 
Goodbye Portnoy*

That once was my America; just not the part about the liver.


*RIP Philip Roth, 1933-2018
 
Goodbye Portnoy*

That once was my America; just not the part about the liver.


*RIP Philip Roth, 1933-2018
For Philip

Who taught me that Yeats' "Leda and the Swan" was an erotic poem.


Like on page 194. I hauled a paperback copy of this book around with me my senior year of high school to appear sophisticated and urbane, but the actual takeaway was probably something like "that boy must read really slowly. He's been reading the same book all year."

Anyway. First Yeats poem I ever read. Thank you, Philip.
 
Young People

Cross-legged, he plays his oud and hammers on the Zīr, like Jimi Hendrix.
 
Why My House Looks Like a Bookstore with Inadequate Shelving

Because books are like opium. A few lead to more, then addiction.
 
It's a pause in the day's occupation that's known as the children's hour.

(Thanks Frank)
 
Meow! Meow!

Cats always know, even those who live outside, the window where you sleep.
 
I want to touch you. I don't touch you. Condensed, that is what yearning is.
 
there was a poem here, but i've removed it . . .and now the moon is full
 
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The House Agent Explains Some Things In Re the Haunting of the Main Hall at The Ivies, Shropshire

The lighting's improved since Annie has stopped swinging from the chandelier.



Her spirit may still appear at times of stress or celebration. Previous owners have sometimes left her offerings of biscuits and cold tea, though with inconclusive results. A tribute of six index cards, each imprinted with a single word, seems to lessen the disturbances for some time, though the resulting sestina sighs on the winds characteristic for the area for months afterwards.

Lol I've only just seen this! :D
 
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