Morgan Michaels


Morgan Michaels Poems

81. Three 5/18/2013
82. Those Two 3/14/2012
83. This Or That 1/23/2012
84. This Morning 8/21/2012
85. This And/Or That 9/11/2012
86. Thirteen 5/19/2013
87. Think 6/14/2014
88. Things We Don'T Need 8/6/2013
89. Theseus L 12/30/2012
90. Theoretically 4/12/2012
91. Then And Now 2/1/2012
92. The Wxxdy 12/20/2012
93. The Wintergarden L 10/10/2012
94. The Wintergarden Lll 10/10/2012
95. The Wintergarden Ll 10/10/2012
96. The Wet Monkey Lll 9/28/2012
97. The Wet Monkey Ll 9/27/2012
98. The Wet Monkey L 9/26/2012
99. The Vegetable World 7/2/2013
100. The Used Chair Dealer 9/17/2013
101. The Truth About The Truth 7/4/2012
102. The Swan Ii 11/26/2013
103. The Swan (To Victor Hugo) 11/26/2013
104. The Spring Comes To 14th Street 4/11/2014
105. The Soused Bear 10/2/2013
106. The Seagull 2 8/18/2012
107. The Seagull 8/18/2012
108. The Saints-For Bloomsday 6/20/2012
109. The Ransom 10/30/2013
110. The Plants 7/20/2012
111. The Penitant Cat On His Deathbed 9/9/2012
112. The Peanut-Butter Cookie 2 7/24/2012
113. The Peanut-Butter Cookie 7/24/2012
114. The Past: A Villanelle 1/24/2014
115. The Overnight Ll 8/7/2014
116. The Overnight 8/7/2014
117. The One Two Many Haiku 6/21/2014
118. The Nightingales Of Platres 3 9/9/2012
119. The Nightingales Of Platres 2 9/9/2012
120. The Nightingales Of Platres 1 9/9/2012
Best Poem of Morgan Michaels

The Ideal City

Consider this marvel of Renaissance wit:
The Ideal City, by Lucian Laurana-
See how the canny master contrived in it
To lead the eye along the polished piazza
Back to a single point on the far horizon
By dint of planes, formed ny the great arcades
Of noble pallazi, their window-lit facades
Tinted shades of gold and green and dun;
At center fore, a temple, double tiered
Whose coffered, greatly-pedimented doors
Are gained by a shallow flight of marble stairs;
All around, the whole is pillastered
By half-coluns crowned by leafy capitals
While over the ...

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From 'The Double, Viii'

'God', snorted Langley, his eyes starting.
'Que', shouted Miggi, over the whine of the motor, hair flattened by the wind. English made him nervous.

'Mira-la', yelled Langley, pointing away to sea.

Straightway he saw what Langley thought would be their end. A mile or so off whirled a ghostly waterspout, like a dancer en point on the whitecap-ridden main.

To be sure, he found it less alarming than Langley, because he was cool under fire and had seen them before. This one rattled him, th

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