The Online Writings of
Robert Emerson Horne:
1st Line Index
Did you ever place your ear
I am the sea / You are the earth
I have just one single job
Just about an hour per day
One person person lives in faith,
Reality Is Just What Does Happen
There is no possession
Too many hours have been spent searching
Who likes to listen to tales of darkness
Pursuit Of Owns Own Holy Grail
Rust-colored leaves are falling
The only art is living:
