The Miracle, poem by Charles Bukowski
Thanks to Bukowski on Wry…
Thanks to Bukowski on Wry…
California For Adrienne Rich To come again into the place of revolutionary thought after years in the wilderness of complacency …
Goodbye Distracted by the search for words. Attic Relics The old street A man selling hot pretzels, peanuts from …
Do not sit down to write a poem. Take on the burden of understanding. Crave reality for the halo it …
“Here I am in the reservation of my mind.” …
– I have to leave every three days. I need cigarettes, decent food, a shower, a drink. Taking eight hours …