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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain by Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense was breaking through – And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum – Kept beating … Continue reading

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Hurricane by Bob Dylan and Jacques Levy

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees the bartender in a pool of blood Cries out, “My God, they killed them all!” Here comes the story of the Hurricane The … Continue reading

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Art vs. Trade by James Weldon Johnson

Trade, Trade versus Art, Brain, Brain versus Heart; Oh, the earthiness of these hard-hearted times, When clinking dollars, and jingling dimes, Drown all the finer music of the soul. Life as an Octopus with but this creed, That all the … Continue reading

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Forgetfulness by Billy Collins

The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of, as if, one by one, … Continue reading

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Glimpse by Russell Boyle

Click here to listen to Glimpse, written and spoken by Russell Boyle Volume 3 Loneliness Order an anthology

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First Love by John Clare

I ne’er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet, Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale as deadly pale, My legs refused to walk … Continue reading

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Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat Drowned in a Tub of Goldfishes by Thomas Gray

’Twas on a lofty vase’s side, Where China’s gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima, reclined, Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared; The fair round … Continue reading

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