In his new memoir, I Regret Almost Everything, Keith McNally’s tells us that his heart has been broken many times over—but it ...

"Come with me, and I will show you a beautiful bed. " And St. Francis led her to a large fire.

Remember where I came from. Think of a continent of sabled czars. Leave your home. Let exile fill your mouth like the lost language of the child. Understand the reason. A man who would not wear the ...

mop in Slam sweeping across the floor.

Wrought on you by surprise.

I have seen, loved, and understood more than others. This alone grants me some measure of solace in the midst of ...

And wylde for to hold, though I seme tame. W.S. MERWIN: I think this is probably the greatest sonnet Wyatt wrote, and I think it's one of the greatest sonnets in English. I've known it for so many ...

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I’m tired of lying here. The mountain and the river are not bad.

He's the giant, I'm the bean. In this one, I am climbing. One of us wants up, up. The other, Don 't make me come down there . His the voice like cannons booming down the stalk . I, the clouds like ...