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XXIV. Whether a Whale Will Eat a Porpoise
Love

XXIV. Whether a Whale Will Eat a Porpoise

September 17, 2017September 29, 2019 benwdaltonLeave a comment

…or I’ve had too much sun…

XX. I Taste a Liquor Never Brewed
Life

XX. I Taste a Liquor Never Brewed

July 30, 2017July 30, 2017 benwdaltonLeave a comment

I have very low tolerance.

XVIII. God Permits Industrious Basilisks
Horrible Death

XVIII. God Permits Industrious Basilisks

July 5, 2017July 5, 2017 benwdaltonLeave a comment

…afternoons to play…

XIX. I Started Early, Took My Dog
Nature

XIX. I Started Early, Took My Dog

July 2, 2017July 2, 2017 benwdaltonLeave a comment

…and visited my tub…

Cheerio in a bowl of blueberries XV. ‘T Was A Long Time Parting, But the Time
Love

XV. ‘T Was A Long Time Parting, But the Time

May 28, 2017May 27, 2017 benwdaltonLeave a comment

…for breakfast had come…

XVII. When Fish Is Almost Done
Life

XVII. When Fish Is Almost Done

May 23, 2017May 22, 2017 benwdaltonLeave a comment

…and potatoes soften nicely…

Museum display of swords, shields, and helmets XIV. I Dreaded That First Knife-Throw So
Nature

XIV. I Dreaded That First Knife-Throw So

May 6, 2017May 6, 2017 benwdaltonLeave a comment

…but he is mastered now…

XIV. Perception Of An Object Costs
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XIV. Perception Of An Object Costs

May 4, 2017May 4, 2017 benwdaltonLeave a comment

…A Lot!

Orange Oriole - painted representation XIII. One of the Ones That Midas Touched
Nature

XIII. One of the Ones That Midas Touched

May 2, 2017May 1, 2017 benwdaltonLeave a comment

That’sh shme !

XIV. Some Things That Fly There Be
Life

XIV. Some Things That Fly There Be

May 1, 2017 benwdaltonAsideLeave a comment

XIV.

Some things that fly there be,—
Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:
Bats, flies, gnats, paper aeroplanes, fleas.

Some things that stay there be,—
Grief, hills, eternity:
Rocks, pennies on the ground, corpses and houses, usually.

There are, that resting, rise.
The sky:
I mean the clouds. Meant to say the clouds.

 

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