Add to ORKGBlack letters stamped on the door read MEN. As I enter the place, the bare porcelain fixtures stare at me blank and expressionless, sweating with tiny droplets of moisture. The place is cold and stagnant, like something out of the last century..
He studied his house carefully, making sure it was his own, pausing on the public sidewalk, surer of...
Umm... but yet now, at nearly six, I must trudge that mile pilgrimage Ames-ward. So I disembarked f...
The sun slipped behind the last row of low, brick huts and left the world in a warm, gray twilight..
THE DIM evening light, fighting its way through the dusty pane, is almost lost in the drab, boxlike ...
So this is hell. Mr. Tyro stood in front of the polished desk and stared unbelievingly at his pale r...
HE LIT a cigarette and lay down on his bunk. The four white walls, broken in their vulgar nakedness ...
He sits in the dark shades drawn musty odors everywhere. Cuffed pants sag on his aging form, his shi...
THE morning sunlight filtered through the dirt-streaked window of Harry Ellis\u27 bedroom to the few...
They stopped in front of one of the many doorways along the dim, narrow corridor. Black letters on f...
When the last of the wood has been gathered in, And the stove shows rust where polish has been, The ...
Frustration born in blood stained sheets drip drip drip and then again like Burke as we look for gar...
TT WAS curious, and while I tasted that feeling, I uncon- • - sciously lowered my book to the clutte...
T h e Jesus Machine, a human collage Of wounds and cuts and good words said, And, now remembered, hi...
The cold glass of beer felt good in Mike\u27s hand- a pleasant contrast to the stifling heat of the ...
The dry day dies as many have before, In the steel-gray death of a bloodless sun; Mortician night sh...
He studied his house carefully, making sure it was his own, pausing on the public sidewalk, surer of...
Umm... but yet now, at nearly six, I must trudge that mile pilgrimage Ames-ward. So I disembarked f...
The sun slipped behind the last row of low, brick huts and left the world in a warm, gray twilight..
THE DIM evening light, fighting its way through the dusty pane, is almost lost in the drab, boxlike ...
So this is hell. Mr. Tyro stood in front of the polished desk and stared unbelievingly at his pale r...
HE LIT a cigarette and lay down on his bunk. The four white walls, broken in their vulgar nakedness ...
He sits in the dark shades drawn musty odors everywhere. Cuffed pants sag on his aging form, his shi...
THE morning sunlight filtered through the dirt-streaked window of Harry Ellis\u27 bedroom to the few...
They stopped in front of one of the many doorways along the dim, narrow corridor. Black letters on f...
When the last of the wood has been gathered in, And the stove shows rust where polish has been, The ...
Frustration born in blood stained sheets drip drip drip and then again like Burke as we look for gar...
TT WAS curious, and while I tasted that feeling, I uncon- • - sciously lowered my book to the clutte...
T h e Jesus Machine, a human collage Of wounds and cuts and good words said, And, now remembered, hi...
The cold glass of beer felt good in Mike\u27s hand- a pleasant contrast to the stifling heat of the ...
The dry day dies as many have before, In the steel-gray death of a bloodless sun; Mortician night sh...
He studied his house carefully, making sure it was his own, pausing on the public sidewalk, surer of...
Umm... but yet now, at nearly six, I must trudge that mile pilgrimage Ames-ward. So I disembarked f...
The sun slipped behind the last row of low, brick huts and left the world in a warm, gray twilight..