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I wander thro’ each charter’d street, Near where the charter’d Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet Marks of…
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm; Besides I can tell where…
(Excerpt) But wherefore be harsh on a single case? After how many modes, this Christmas Eve, Does the self-same weary thing take…
Read by Harold Pinter, Neil Dudgeon, Samuel West + 1 other
When I see a couple of kids And guess he’s fucking her and she’s Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm, I know…
Read by Harold Pinter, Samuel West & Deborah Findlay
Once I am sure there’s nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, and stone,…
Read by Charles Dance
Nautilus Island’s hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above the sea. Her son’s a…
The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore, rouses from the mare’s-nest of his drowsy head propped on The Meaning of Meaning. He catwalks…
‘Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam.’ The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows are boarded….
