John Farley

That Devil’s Music

Satanic jazz artifacts Dug out of Hell’s Kitchen basements. A dank and spongy beat, Endless and incomplete Thuds out of… Read more »

Walt Whitman

Native Moments

Native moments—when you come upon me—ah you are here now, Give me now libidinous joys only, Give me the drench… Read more »

Basho

Four Haiku

I. Ill on a journey; my dreams wander over a withered moor. II. The sea darkens; the voices of the… Read more »

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

The Sign of Four

The Science of Deduction Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantel-piece and his hypodermic syringe from… Read more »

John Farley

The Lovers

Thirty feet tall. Each of them  A house of love. Pale pachyderm legs Hold fast to fickle Earth While crooked… Read more »

Sherwood Anderson

The Dumb Man

There is a story.—I cannot tell it.—I have no words. The story is almost forgotten but sometimes I remember. The… Read more »

Charles Baudelaire

Intoxication

One must be for ever drunken: that is the sole question of importance. If you would not feel the horrible… Read more »

Kahlil Gibran

The Madman

You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I… Read more »

Sappho

The Daughter of Cyprus

Dreaming I spake with the Daughter of Cyprus, Heard the languor soft of her voice, the blended Suave accord of… Read more »

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