Look: I am nothing. I do not even have ashes to rub into my eyes.
It goes without saying that a fine short poem can have the resonance and depth of an entire novel.
They can buy whatever brand they want. We will supply the finance.
I close my eyes, and think of water.
Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota
Most of the pollution in the water already is dead animal and plant matter and building debris, ... good stagnant nursery for mosquitoes.