Chris Abraham

The Pure Contralto Sings In The Organ Loft by Walt Whitman: I don't know why I remember it, but the line, "the pure contralto sings in the organ loft," seared itself into my brain—maybe because "contralto" was a new word to me.
Located in Lit
Song of Myself, XI by Walt Whitman: One of Walt Whitman's most innocently sensual poems indeed.
Located in Lit
Song of Myself by Walt Whitman: To me, this is the most important poem ever written and shared with the world, more important to what it is to be an American than the Constitution, Bill of Rights, The Gettysburg Address, or even the Declaration of Independence. The I Have a Dream speech is this poem's brother.
Located in Lit
The Unborn by Sharon Olds: I don't know if I will ever have children. If I will ever be a parent. Sometimes a feel a longing. Sometimes I feel a lack. I probab;ly won't. It's not looking good.
Located in Lit
Easter: A love poem for Michelle
Located in Lit
Haven: Located in Lit
Duvet: A love poem.
Located in Lit
Gentle Boy: Wow, heavy
Located in Lit
I walked along the yawning streets: 8:35) chris abraham 05-JAN-98 8:48
Located in Lit
Dad's Ashes: Found poetry from a hyperfiction I created collaboratively with a bunch of friends back in 1998, called Collabor8, or 8: A Collaborative Hypernarrative Fiction
Located in Lit

Next 10 items » [1] 2 3 4

Search results