Add to ORKGT HE GREEN room spun and finally settled to a slow swim as the bandages were removed from Keith\u27s eyes. At the end of the bed was his mother, a lovely blur of piled hair and bright red mouth in a silly false attempt at a smile
I now, in last reflection, scuff the stone And pause in vesper quiet above the sand, For soon I set ...
The sun slipped behind the last row of low, brick huts and left the world in a warm, gray twilight..
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. \u27My God that\u27s gorgeous,\u27...
She stood in the doorway, wondering why she was slightly disappointed in what she saw. Everything wa...
The white autumn sunlight turned Bernard\u27s study into patches of light and shadow. On the wall, o...
It is morning. The cool deliberate spacing of witless sun in a blind mute gray..
THE FOG had rolled in from the coast in the twilight, a vaporous wave gathering substance in the pur...
THEY had long since lost sight of the formation and were now hanging limply over a hungry sea, a sea...
Having glazed the sand and driftwood, The water slips away and breezes whisper To the foam on langui...
the wind was a puddle hovering an ocean but breezes swirled into a saffron sponge..
The Sea, its odors softly drifting, Drifting on the quiet air, Up the duns and over, floating, Float...
Back from the shore a certain place lies rustling quietly, Alive in the night, While the waters of t...
SINCE seven-thirty in the morning, Carl had sat on the back porch, on the old green chair by the old...
The alarm clock clanged noisily. A hairy arm reached in the direction of the noise..
The boy awoke, startled, but he didn\u27t know why. The muggy summer night was heavy and oppressive,...
I now, in last reflection, scuff the stone And pause in vesper quiet above the sand, For soon I set ...
The sun slipped behind the last row of low, brick huts and left the world in a warm, gray twilight..
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. \u27My God that\u27s gorgeous,\u27...
She stood in the doorway, wondering why she was slightly disappointed in what she saw. Everything wa...
The white autumn sunlight turned Bernard\u27s study into patches of light and shadow. On the wall, o...
It is morning. The cool deliberate spacing of witless sun in a blind mute gray..
THE FOG had rolled in from the coast in the twilight, a vaporous wave gathering substance in the pur...
THEY had long since lost sight of the formation and were now hanging limply over a hungry sea, a sea...
Having glazed the sand and driftwood, The water slips away and breezes whisper To the foam on langui...
the wind was a puddle hovering an ocean but breezes swirled into a saffron sponge..
The Sea, its odors softly drifting, Drifting on the quiet air, Up the duns and over, floating, Float...
Back from the shore a certain place lies rustling quietly, Alive in the night, While the waters of t...
SINCE seven-thirty in the morning, Carl had sat on the back porch, on the old green chair by the old...
The alarm clock clanged noisily. A hairy arm reached in the direction of the noise..
The boy awoke, startled, but he didn\u27t know why. The muggy summer night was heavy and oppressive,...
I now, in last reflection, scuff the stone And pause in vesper quiet above the sand, For soon I set ...
The sun slipped behind the last row of low, brick huts and left the world in a warm, gray twilight..
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. \u27My God that\u27s gorgeous,\u27...