Potential Titles: G Authors Misc.

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A hilltop made of papier mache - Neil Gaiman "House"

Robbers counting chains and rings - R.L. Gales "A Childermas Rhyme"
In the wood play hide-and-seek

We shall know by the kettle-drums - R.L. Gales "Waiting for the Kings"

And the octaves of blue above us - Sarah Gambito "Grace"

And played hide-and-seek till the clock struck one - Nellie M. Garabrant "Grandmother's Clock" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

Astounding hunger for edges - Elizabeth W. Garber "Feasting"

Never overfilling from this banquet - Elizabeth W. Garber "Feasting"

Forests of pressures and spaces - Elizabeth W. Garber "Feasting"

Outside my door under the ancient oak - Elizabeth W. Garber "Feasting"

Burdened by the footprints I follow - Angel Garcia "Vestiges"

With no good sense of discretion - Angel Garcia "Vestiges"

Pickled in a jar of ink - Angel Garcia "Vestiges"

The final season with you - Benjamin Garcia "Bliss Point or What Can Best Be Achieved by Cheese"

A whispered pray blowing the crumbs - Roberto Carlos Garcia "This Moment/Right Now"

Blowing the crumbs of a season's harvest - Roberto Carlos Garcia "This Moment/Right Now"

Wind spins across the landscape - Roberto Carlos Garcia "This Moment/Right Now"

My feet mashing grapes for wine - Roberto Carlos Garcia "This Moment/Right Now"

So dust collects on the magical - Suzi F. Garcia "A Modified Villanelle for My Childhood (with some help from Ahmad)"

Isolation is a learned defense - Suzi F. Garcia "A Modified Villanelle for My Childhood (with some help from Ahmad)"

My genes in the sharp light of the celestial - Suzi F. Garcia "A Modified Villanelle for My Childhood (with some help from Ahmad)"

Writes itself in sheets across my veins - Suzi F. Garcia "A Modified Villanelle for My Childhood (with some help from Ahmad)"

Leaping light by cliff and cairn - William Gardiner "Bonnie Dryfe" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no. 107-v.III, 16 Jan. 1886]

Dreaming not of Old World story - William Gardiner "Bonnie Dryfe" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no. 107-v.III, 16 Jan. 1886]

Huge with a cold load of growls - George Garrett "Or Death and December"

One leaf left to bear witness - George Garrett "Or Death and December"

Here in the blue and silver night - Crosbie Garstin "Nocturne"

The ghost moon lifts above the bush - Crosbie Garstin "Nocturne"

Sleep comes dreamless, undefiled - Crosbie Garstin "Nocturne"

With treasures of silver, and treasures of gold - Ellen M.H. Gates "Rich and Poor" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]

Famine and fever crept in at the door - Ellen M.H. Gates "Rich and Poor" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]

Down on us all drops the sorrowful rain - Ellen M.H. Gates "Rich and Poor" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]

Close by the spreading beech - A.J. Gault "Twenty Years Ago"

Two million naturally occurring sweet things - Ross Gay "Sorrow Is Not My Name"

So generous as to kick the steel from my knees - Ross Gay "Sorrow Is Not My Name"

With fancy wild and vagrant - William Gay "A Sick-Room Idyll"

A bridge of lava - Melody S. Gee "The Convert Wants Wounds, Not Scars"

Doing the rounds in a cement courtyard - Barbara Genova "One Year Before the Time Jump"

In wind that is reborn - Danielle Legros Georges "What Is Water?"

With weary burden fall - Philip Gerry "Monotony"

Not all the homage of the bees - Philip Gerry "Monotony"

Fear of waking up as Gregor Samsa - Xander Gershberg "Codename Beast: A Sestina"

As your life ignites - Amy Gerstler "Poof"

In ultraviolet ultimatums - Angelo Geter "Praise"

The gift that is my name - Angelo Geter "Praise"

The smells a ghost leaves behind - Hafizah Augustus Geter "Praise Song"

Her mind so tight against the stitching - Hafizah Augustus Geter "Praise Song"

The tailor of histories - Hafizah Augustus Geter "Praise Song"

While searching for light - Alimjan Metqasim Ghemnaki "The Monument of Betrayal" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Mourners from the spirit of hope - Alimjan Metqasim Ghemnaki "The Monument of Betrayal" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

A small, stretched canvas of time - Charles Ghigna "Early Evening"

Into the shadows of a water colored world - Charles Ghigna "Early Evening"

The final stroke of everlasting light - Charles Ghigna "Early Evening"

Hammered thinner than memory - Dobby Gibson "After Reading Kobayashi Issa's The Spring of My Life On My 49th Birthday"

Dusty wings that crumble as they pass - Lydia Gibson "Lost Treasure"

And unsuspected moth and rust ate deep - Lydia Gibson "Lost Treasure"

Shall never have any fear of love - Elsa Gidlow "I, Lover"

Into the fastness of its abyss - Elsa Gidlow "I, Lover"

The cruelty of its awful kiss - Elsa Gidlow "I, Lover"

As from a throat of molten lead - L. Gielgud "Summer Delivery"

Break on my distorted sight - L. Gielgud "Summer Delivery"

In rifts of voiceless lightning - L. Gielgud "Summer Delivery"

Like a parched heart - Michelle Gil-Montero "First Forty Days"

No dark to cradle - Michelle Gil-Montero "First Forty Days"

Where the edges belong - Michelle Gil-Montero "First Forty Days"

Feathered from its own wing - Michelle Gil-Montero "First Forty Days"

With no right name - Christopher Gilbert "How the Stars Understand Us"

And burning on both of us - Christopher Gilbert "How the Stars Understand Us"

The scythe is hid in the corn - Rosa Gilbert "Song [The silent bird is hid in the boughs]"

Redder and redder burns the rose - Rosa Gilbert "Song [The silent bird is hid in the boughs]"

When birds are silent and oxen drowse - Rosa Gilbert "Song [The silent bird is hid in the boughs]"

The story of a thousand disappearing tenants - Sandra M. Gilbert "October Cobwebs"

Content with a vegetable love - W.S. Gilbert "Bunthorne's Song"

A joke of doubtful taste - W.S. Gilbert "General John"

Five crimes at half-a-crown - W.S. Gilbert "Gentle Alice Brown"

His shield a tear of sadness - W.S. Gilbert "The Rival Curates"

Take praise in solemn mood - Richard Watson Gilder "Ah, Be Not False"

Nor the noonday's golden grace - Alice E. Gillington "The Seven Whistlers"

The only parachutes we need - Jenn Givhan "Of Color of Landscape of Tenuous Rope"

When earth lay robed in resurrection bloom - Fanny L. Glenfield "Ye Know Not What Ye Ask" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

When asking curses with my lips - Fanny L. Glenfield "Ye Know Not What Ye Ask" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]

Till echo rang a mile - Jean Glover "O'er the Muir amang the Heather"

All kindred gods have crumbled - Philip Becker Goetz "Eumenides" [The Fly Leaf no. 3 v.1 Feb. 1896]

When you come to the listening bridge - Ingrid Goff-Maidoff "The Listening Bridge"

For the birds to break their silence - Ingrid Goff-Maidoff "The Listening Bridge"

Trade the weight of all your seriousness - Ingrid Goff-Maidoff "The Listening Bridge"

What the voice born of stillness might say - Ingrid Goff-Maidoff "The Listening Bridge"

That may or may not be hollow - Ira Goga "The Kitchen, Indexed"

Ceramic tributes to the moon - Ira Goga "The Kitchen, Indexed"

Road salt in an open dish - Ira Goga "The Kitchen, Indexed"

To never look away - Ira Goga "The Kitchen, Indexed"

The wailings of the world's sad heart - Mary Freeman Goldbeck "On Hearing a 'Trio'" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

In mournful monotones were mixed - Mary Freeman Goldbeck "On Hearing a 'Trio'" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Dew droppings sweet from starry spheres - Mary Freeman Goldbeck "On Hearing a 'Trio'" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

The voices of Time's children three - Mary Freeman Goldbeck "On Hearing a 'Trio'" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

All those plighted vows forgot - John Goldie "And Can Thy Bosom?"

Will sharper be than mine - John Goldie "And Can Thy Bosom?"

Broken vows will vex and grieve - John Goldie "And Can Thy Bosom?"

How deep two secret rivers run - Laird Shields Goldsborough "Confession"

Your absence is a bisected city - Stefania Gomez "At the New York City AIDS Memorial"

To reassemble ourselves from rubble - Stefania Gomez "At the New York City AIDS Memorial"

A circle of queens chattering - Stefania Gomez "At the New York City AIDS Memorial"

Furnishing the air like ghosts - Stefania Gomez "At the New York City AIDS Memorial"

Wormseed oil and nightshade flower-shine - Regan Good "A Monstrous Catalpa Tree Grows from a Drain"

Where one can view new stars - Regan Good "A Monstrous Catalpa Tree Grows from a Drain"

Moths that round the taper wheel - S.G. Goodrich "Farewell to a Fashionable Acquaintance"

Cash is the measure of the heart - S.G. Goodrich "Farewell to a Fashionable Acquaintance"

Deep solitude converts to gloom - Mrs. L.S. Goodwin "The Unsepulchred Relics"

Within compassion's genial realm - Mrs. L.S. Goodwin "The Unsepulchred Relics"

The thoughts which spurn control - Mrs. L.S. Goodwin "The Unsepulchred Relics"

There came no tidings of the lost - Mrs. L.S. Goodwin "The Unsepulchred Relics"

With free rejoicing heart - Barnabe Googe "The Fly"

And therefore void of woe - Barnabe Googe "The Fly"

That makes my grief her gain - Barnabe Googe "The Fly"

Now the latest fear - Noah Eli Gordon "Vesuvius"

The authority of the voiceover - Noah Eli Gordon "Vesuvius"

An answer that would eclipse this - Noah Eli Gordon "Vesuvius"

A tune of quiet rapture - Gerald Gould "Oxford"

Can teach the hour to speak - Gerald Gould "Oxford"

What every hour is free to learn - Gerald Gould "Oxford"

Home to a house of glass - Hannah Flagg Gould "The Boy and the Cricket"

The tempest's artillery rolled - Hannah Flagg Gould "The Butterfly's Dream"

A bright vial of wrath - Hannah Flagg Gould "The Humming-Bird's Anger"

Finding he'd but shot the wind - Hannah Flagg Gould "The Young Sportsman"

secret imaginings of romance and jasmine - Layla Azmi Goushey "Dream Particles"

the fireworks' ashes rain down - Layla Azmi Goushey "Dream Particles"

we consume the bitter dream particles - Layla Azmi Goushey "Dream Particles"

Nectars of the night - Joan Bransfield Graham "Great Indian Fruit Bat"

To venture out to the fringes of the universe - Aber O. Grand "Marbles"

To leave this widening night - Peter Grandbois "When your son abandons the lawnmower for the second time in as many days"

The doctrine of our own breath - Peter Grandbois "When your son abandons the lawnmower for the second time in as many days"

To crawl deep inside the silence - Peter Grandbois "When your son abandons the lawnmower for the second time in as many days"

The blackbird's hymn is sweet - Joseph Grant "The Blackbird's Hymn Is Sweet"

Night's shades are coming - Joseph Grant "The Blackbird's Hymn Is Sweet"

The evening star rising in glory - Joseph Grant "The Blackbird's Hymn Is Sweet"

Through life's misty sojourn - Joseph Grant "Love's Adieu"

With his hounds and his horn in the morning - John Woodcock Graves "John Peel"

A fox from his lair in the morning - John Woodcock Graves "John Peel"

With his last breath cursed them all - John Woodcock Graves "John Peel"

From a view to the death in the morning - John Woodcock Graves "John Peel"

Colour in which to drown - Rosaleen Graves "Colour"

Blind with wood smoke - Winnie Lewis Gravitt "Sippokni Sia"

Like oak twigs twisted - Winnie Lewis Gravitt "Sippokni Sia"

Rabbits in leather shoes - Winnie Lewis Gravitt "Sippokni Sia"

Hickory ashes in my hair - Winnie Lewis Gravitt "Sippokni Sia"

Presses his cup to lips of human wo [sic] - Edmund Brewster Green "The Season of Death" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]

Come down from the light that blinds - Scott E. Green "Killers from the Light, Killers from the Heat"

The killers of the terrible heat above - Scott E. Green "Killers from the Light, Killers from the Heat"

The round red sun is the door - Kate Greenaway "Which Is the Way to Somewhere Town?"

Buried light in laughter and hay forever - Dora Greenwell "Haymaking" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

For they come no more together - Dora Greenwell "Haymaking" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]

A fish of my own spirit - Linda Gregg "Whole and Without Blessing"

Looming on the horizon's verge - Th. Gregg "Life's Voyage"

Only hedge the cuckoo in - Fulke Greville "Love for Love"

Let not a false fate bind - Grenville Grey "Write Thou Upon Life's Page"

Some word of earnest meaning - Grenville Grey "Write Thou Upon Life's Page"

I see her pale face looking down - Viscountess Grey "Echo"

And she mocks the thing you ask - Viscountess Grey "Echo"

She hides with a vagrant will - Viscountess Grey "Echo"

Twisted stones of shaken street - Bartholomew F. Griffin "The Other Army"

Of tourney won in Arthur's lists at Camelot - Martin I. Griffin "The Ride of Prince Geraint" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XII, no.30, Sept. 1873]

Felled to build my crumbling towers - William Griffith "Litany of Nations: Austria-Hungary"

Stabbing the skies for stars - William Griffith "Litany of Nations: Balkan States"

The seas where war and tempest brew - William Griffith "Litany of Nations: Great Britain"

The sweet tranquility of marching silences - William Griffith "Litany of Nations: Greece"

In the genesis of a struck flame - Rachel Eliza Griffiths "Elegy, Surrounded by Seven Trees"

Holding my own absence in faith - Rachel Eliza Griffiths "Elegy, Surrounded by Seven Trees"

The loud, wet rim of the universe - Rachel Eliza Griffiths "Elegy, Surrounded by Seven Trees"

Loved to the end - Jennifer Grotz "Staring into the Sun"

A world that never explains why - Jennifer Grotz "Staring into the Sun"

Though memory long has own'd decay - Anastasius Grün "The 'Old Player'" transl. by Adam Lodge [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLXVI, v.LIX, Apr. 1846]

Laughter from the barren crowd - Anastasius Grün "The 'Old Player'" transl. by Adam Lodge [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLXVI, v.LIX, Apr. 1846]

The Pit shakes with boist'rious mirth - Anastasius Grün "The 'Old Player'" transl. by Adam Lodge [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLXVI, v.LIX, Apr. 1846]

But words the faltering tongue denies - Anastasius Grün "The 'Old Player'" transl. by Adam Lodge [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLXVI, v.LIX, Apr. 1846]

Consuming me with ecstasy - Gulnisa Imin Gulkhan "First Night: At Six O'clock" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

The wound inside me - Gulnisa Imin Gulkhan "First Night: At Six O'clock" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

I enter by another door - Gulnisa Imin Gulkhan "First Night: At Six O'clock" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Break from gravity's cold grip - Lesley Hart Gunn "The Exorcism of Icarus"

Tombs of rocky teeth and salt waters - Lesley Hart Gunn "The Exorcism of Icarus"

Laden with borrowed lives - Lesley Hart Gunn "The Exorcism of Icarus"

Heard her bee-hummed lullabies - Charles A. Gunnison "California"

Of the rich and wondrous foreign things - Charles A. Gunnison "California"

Which each new tide to her in tribute brings - Charles A. Gunnison "California"

Before I knew these treasures of the Earth - Charles A. Gunnison "Sapphire Ring"

Speaking this, their heart language - Sandra Gustin "Cause of Death"

Language is a political act - Sandra Gustin "Cause of Death"

Waiting without knowing they are - Sandra Gustin "Cause of Death"

Before the wick rejects the flame - Jessica Guzman "Predictions of the Material"

If loneliness can be broken - Roy G. Guzman "The Age of Aquarius"

My fist speaks in four languages - Roy G. Guzman "The Age of Aquarius"


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