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A gentle touch upon the forearmwith a hand, gloved or warm with life,outside the church door;turning away from the open grave;by that concrete..

The story is.. no..the history is.. no…the story of the history is,that back in the 15th century,the wild battered shores of Portugalthrew up strange..

You are now too oldto indulge in arroganceand yet you are too youngto have anything to be arrogant aboutyou are in mortal perilat the midpoint of a..

His day is but a true disguise;a quiet Sunday, uninterrupted by the doorbell,unchained by circumstance, freed from fashion,in loneliness so deep he..

It is chandeliersbrought alive with candlesand diamonds and emeraldsthrown up to themand the beach after a storma homecominga log thrown on the..

I’m setting up this scene more carefullythan any other; it’s the key scene inthat film that’s forever unreleased:we’re sitting there..

'after the divorcehe resumed drinkingand continued to writehis poetry'

Our future is a projection of our pastwith the promise of an ever present nowto grace proceedingswith spontaneous life and hopebeyond the present..

Those masks of Comedy and Tragedythat hang over theatre doors and stagesgo back to those two Greek philosophers,the one, who wept at the follies of..

I'd just like to put it downin black and white,Langston,while it's therethat I'm proud to seeyour name on my'also read' listI just wanted you to..

‘To understand allis to forgive all ‘ –that’s one French sayingthat doesn’t seem to havecrossed the few miles of‘The English Channel’, orthe Straits..

Six distinguished men, soaked to the skin,others with the ladies following,a coffin, underslung,a walk of half a mile along a rough churchgoing..

I used to be so vagueabout some place called...Prague?but now my mind's enlarged, I know it's really Prague..

Four thousand years of Hebrewand still no word for 'tact'.So who needs it?

Yesterday was Tuesday.Today it's Jerry Hughes Day.Happy Jerry Hughes Day, One and All.Celebrate it.Read his poems.Read them one and all.

'She claimed to be37but was really47,asked to borrow30 dollars,spent the eveningsmoking spliffsand told meshe could seeher therapist's officefrom the..

God is dead.God is great.My God is great.Your God is dead.Your God is great.My God is dead.Who made the Sun?My God.Your God.Great God.So, one..

Your life is a mess? In every way?And no sign of change?Your fault? Or that of others?Does it matter which, any more?Tears maybe? Time, then,for a..

As cold winter turns to warming Spring,two lovers return from their winter rest.The first rose shyly blooms; .the nightingale pours out its..

As the cool dawn brings the lightto the desert where the blue-white skymeets the sand that time and man have brought,and you wake the camel boyto..

When the desert breeze blewin the direction of Majnun’s tribal campLayla stood there hoping thatthe wind rippling through her silken robewould carry..

I said to My BelovedO My BelovedI fear I have forgotten You!I have fallen in love with the world –when I walk out of the doorI swoon with the scent..

I said to My BelovedWho is dearest to You, O My Beloved –those who seek to know Youor those who seek to love You?My Beloved saidThose who seek to..

I said to My BelovedHow, my dearest one,do you know those who truly love You?My Beloved saidNot by their smiling face,nor by their eagerness;nor by..

I said to My BelovedO my dearest One,tell me of angelsMy Beloved saidWhen you are awake,you hear of angels andwonder about angelsWhen you dream,the..