Our Numbered Days

Author: Neil Hilborn
ISBN: 9780989641562
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In 2013, Hilborn's poem "OCD" went viral, and has amassed over 11 million views to date. While this collection ruminates on love, heartbreak, and mental illness, these poems are anything but saccharine.

Haus Der Stummen

Author: John Burnside
Publisher: Albrecht Knaus Verlag
ISBN: 3641130182
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John Burnside ist einer der faszinierendsten Literaten unserer Zeit, der in seinen Werken immer wieder die Abgründe der menschlichen Natur erkundet.


Author: Starr Foster
Publisher: iUniverse
ISBN: 059518507X
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To achieve mastery of our numbered days, We, who travel without a leading light,
Pray, pray for guidance in our earthly ways. We, who ramble without truth, still
must pay, In solitude, the price of selfish plights; To achieve mastery of our
numbered days. We pave for ourselves the honor and praise That gives profound
truth so that we might Pray, pray for guidance in our earthly ways. We search for
courses of honest highways. Bearings change as distance dims our sight To
achieve ...

Our Endless Numbered Days

Author: Claire Fuller
Publisher: Penguin UK
ISBN: 0241969018
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My father shouted the loudest, lost control first; Oliver's voice remained a steady,
measured drawl that sliced through the other's fury. The arguments seemed to be
the same ones, going around and around again: the best bug-out location, city
versus the country, equipment, guns, knives. The noise would reach a crescendo,
then a door would be slammed, the flare of a match as a cigarette was lit in the
dark garden, and the next day all would be forgotten. One evening I heard a
noise ...

Understanding A Photograph

Author: John Berger
Publisher: Penguin UK
ISBN: 0718196015
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Our disenchantment exchange. It's a small, long, narrow old building near a fire
and railway station. And there wegoon our numbered days with our numbered
cardsand our numbered souls and my mind never wanders. It's paintedgreen;it'
slong andnarrow with grilled windowsand long narrowqueues. There aren'
tanygreen maidenhairfernsor subtle chrome shades. Onlyfluorescent lights
cruelly illuminate our passivity. Posters, detailing all our relevant claims, adorn
one wall: UBs, ...