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 »


Four Haiku

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


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 »

Richard Aldington


“Plus quam se atque suos amavit omnes, Nunc…” Catullus. You were my playmate by the sea. We swam together. Your… Read more »

Gertrude Stein


A CARAFE, THAT IS A BLIND GLASS. A kind in glass and a cousin, a spectacle and nothing strange a… Read more »

Rainer Maria Rilke


They all have tired mouths And luminous, illimitable souls; And a longing (as if for sin) Trembles at times through… Read more »

Walt Whitman

To The States

To the States or any one of them, or any city of the States, Resist much, obey little, Once unquestioning… Read more »

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Kubla Khan

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man… Read more »

William Carlos Williams


And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn… Read more »

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