Potential Titles: Frank Stanford

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Born of fire and nursed by rain - Frank Stanford "The Cape"

Made myself one with a dream - Frank Stanford "The Cape"

Myrtle wove itself into the sheets of sail - Frank Stanford "The Cape"

Ivy twined around the oars - Frank Stanford "The Cape"

And an indigo snake around my neck - Frank Stanford "The Cape"

Bad whiskey I drink by myself - Frank Stanford "Cotton You Lose in the Field"

Swim backwards in circles of blood - Frank Stanford "Cotton You Lose in the Field"

A lamp that shone on nothing - Frank Stanford "Embark"

And the small death of the wild card - Frank Stanford "Embark"

I've forgotten the steps of my departure - Frank Stanford "Embark"

Enrolled in the college of nightfall - Frank Stanford "The Forgotten Madmen of Menilmontant"

Listen to hunting dogs in autumn - Frank Stanford "The Forgotten Madmen of Menilmontant"

Wandered off alone and unheard of - Frank Stanford "The Forgotten Madmen of Menilmontant"

Running side by side with the fog - Frank Stanford "The Forgotten Madmen of Menilmontant"

A foal in an exile's country - Frank Stanford "The Forgotten Madmen of Menilmontant"

Stowed away on the ship of death - Frank Stanford "The Forgotten Madmen of Menilmontant"

When everything you touch makes a spark - Frank Stanford "Freedom, Revolt, and Love"

Walking through the dark singing - Frank Stanford "Freedom, Revolt, and Love"

In this house too many have dreamed - Frank Stanford "In this House"

Pillows filled with hawk feathers - Frank Stanford "In this House"

Hauling a coffin of honeybees - Frank Stanford "In this House"

A stump with a jar of lightning - Frank Stanford "The Lacuna"

The shade throwing himself into the river - Frank Stanford "Lament of the Land Surveyor"

the harpsichord of dead lovers - Frank Stanford "The Mind Reader"

I am the prey of night - Frank Stanford "The Mind Reader"

Puts the doubloons over my eyes - Frank Stanford "The Mind Reader"

The drunken birds in the belladonna - Frank Stanford "My Day Is Over"

Lift the anchor from each stone boat - Frank Stanford "My Day Is Over"

An odor the color of bones - Frank Stanford "Politicians"

Carrying briefcases full of bats - Frank Stanford "Politicians"

Sends the grackles into cedars - Frank Stanford "The Solitude of Historical Analysis"

A jar of coffee and a wheelbarrow - Frank Stanford "Sunday Flowers"

The cursing wives of the dark - Frank Stanford "Vanish"

An echo that didn't make a sound - Frank Stanford "Vanish"

Roaming the forty acres of my closet - Frank Stanford "The Visitors of Night"

The laws and trysts of love and gravity - Frank Stanford "The Visitors of Night"

Watch your heart like a jukebox - Frank Stanford "The Visitors of Night"

Falling out of a tree at midnight - Frank Stanford "Watching a Woman Die"


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