Add to ORKGvoiceCollected by Max Hunter (H-6 ) For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors Sung by Mrs. Sa...
Spring of 1978 has come with the thunderstorm. After the storm, there was a blue sky. If the sprin...
Article published in the November of 1949 issue of Inkpot Magazine by Margie Gullet on her experienc...
Precisely this fogged window, which prevails in the cold, wet night, blinks out onto an uninhabited ...
Dusk was enveloping the city when the first tiny flakes began to fall. I remember looking through my...
Author describes a storm at her floating home and wonders it it is a by-product of human industry/ c...
Raining this morning, and she’s sick again, lying next to you, as a mini-you. I’m putting my clothes...
Writer W.D. Wetherell lives in west central New Hampshire and has noticed that hundred-year storms h...
45 Storm Always liked storms for then the nature’s mighty energies are most [so] manifest Little fol...
I do not recall that Richard and I spent any conventionally happy times together; it always seemed t...
Thunderstorms hold a peculiar fascination for me. The dark clouds arising suddenly out of the west; ...
There are no stars visible from here. Just crumbling cornices and pointed brickwork, and the gray pa...
Over the rolling hills she glanced with an open heart waiting for an answer—waiting for everything e...
Christmas Eve of 1974. It was raining and the wind was blowing. I was cooking for Christmas Day whe...
The northern day was drawing to a close, and as I watched the sun slide down behind multi-colored cl...
voiceCollected by Max Hunter (H-6 ) For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors Sung by Mrs. Sa...
Spring of 1978 has come with the thunderstorm. After the storm, there was a blue sky. If the sprin...
Article published in the November of 1949 issue of Inkpot Magazine by Margie Gullet on her experienc...
Precisely this fogged window, which prevails in the cold, wet night, blinks out onto an uninhabited ...
Dusk was enveloping the city when the first tiny flakes began to fall. I remember looking through my...
Author describes a storm at her floating home and wonders it it is a by-product of human industry/ c...
Raining this morning, and she’s sick again, lying next to you, as a mini-you. I’m putting my clothes...
Writer W.D. Wetherell lives in west central New Hampshire and has noticed that hundred-year storms h...
45 Storm Always liked storms for then the nature’s mighty energies are most [so] manifest Little fol...
I do not recall that Richard and I spent any conventionally happy times together; it always seemed t...
Thunderstorms hold a peculiar fascination for me. The dark clouds arising suddenly out of the west; ...
There are no stars visible from here. Just crumbling cornices and pointed brickwork, and the gray pa...
Over the rolling hills she glanced with an open heart waiting for an answer—waiting for everything e...
Christmas Eve of 1974. It was raining and the wind was blowing. I was cooking for Christmas Day whe...
The northern day was drawing to a close, and as I watched the sun slide down behind multi-colored cl...
voiceCollected by Max Hunter (H-6 ) For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors Sung by Mrs. Sa...
Spring of 1978 has come with the thunderstorm. After the storm, there was a blue sky. If the sprin...
Article published in the November of 1949 issue of Inkpot Magazine by Margie Gullet on her experienc...