Liam Rogers
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Random Gentleness of the FrenchA Poem by Liam RogersI don’t understand. Why didn’t you acknowledge the random gentleness oscillating in that perfect rectangular relationship? Were y.. |
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If Flowers Could Talk...A Stage Play by Liam RogersIf Flowers Could Talk...ByL.K. RogersIt is barely past dusk on a dark and deserted London street corner. The focal point is one large but dim streetli.. |
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My Apologies to John Constable, Tate Gallery, Ferl..A Poem by Liam RogersLondon, 1999 Oh the fences they hold true, wandering through heavy woven forests of tree roots to pastures of sunken vegetation a.. |
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MagritteA Poem by Liam Rogers“a mother skunk with her column of kittens swills the garbage pail” - Robert Lowell An orange peel, a box of buttons, shoes .. |
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Residue in the HandsA Poem by Liam RogersDo you have a coat named Cassandra? Are we the dead swordfish cripples? Are we postponing the end of reality? Is one man perched on a.. |
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truly the one inalienable rightA Poem by Liam RogersAs she rested in her bedroom, she looked up, blinded by a blank light shining down from a spirit she never knew, but to whom she was l.. |
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Waiting for the BusA Poem by Liam RogersFull Title:Waiting for the Bus After My Interview at the Mary Baker Eddy Library For The Betterment of Humanity, the Archives of the Church of Ch.. |
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Katya's First Glimpse At American FreedomA Poem by Liam RogersNew York, 1991We will need two passport picturesone inch by one inchwith you lookingexactly forty-five degrees to the left...EXACTLY forty-five degree.. |
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How Come Santa Drinks So MuchA Poem by Liam RogersHow Come Santa Drinks So Much I gave 75 cents to a homeless man sitting on the frozen sidewalk holding a half eaten loaf of rye.. |
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