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    Boston Dialect, Volume Two
    Boston Dialect, Volume Two
    Boston Dialect, Volume Two
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    Boston Dialect, Volume Two

    By Paul Tait

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    Designed to capture Paul Tait's thought process\inspiration process as he wrote from poem to poem, "Boston Dialect Volume II" purposely runs the poems end to. With just a space or a flourish\date to separate them, none originally had a title.

    For the published edition, Paul created titles for each work to allow for a Table of Contents; easing navigation for readers.

    Also, he has split the book into two volumes as current limitations on how much a living poet ought to publish at once make the entire work nonrenewable. One day they will be combined and presented in the correct manner Tait designed them to be.

    More than anything else, "Boston Dialect Volume II" illustrates the mind of a creative agent as it travels from expression to expression.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPaul Tait
    Release dateDec 17, 2018
    ISBN9781912924134
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      Boston Dialect, Volume Two - Paul Tait

      Tables

      Introduction

      Imagination Mirrored

      Jack Straw

      All

      Daisy of Your Eye

      Grounded Sun

      Creation Cliff Notes

      Casual Night

      In My Heart Tonight

      Basement Floor

      Then and There

      Sympathy and Involements

      Let Me Spend an Hour

      The Mystery of Me

      Blue Door

      August Heat (New York City)

      Estate Sale

      Winter Wishing

      Stop Watch

      Many Sons Spent at Your Door

      A Quiet Sort of Treason

      Through Solomon’s Elder Eyes

      A Life of Her Own

      What You Want

      Train to the Heart of Tomorrow

      After the Ages

      To Love You in the Dance

      East Coast Weather

      24 Hour Grill

      Confession

      Without

      Piano Paul

      Perpetual in the Sky

      High School Mock

      The Winter of the Night

      It Wouldn’t Take Much

      The Subtly of Desolation

      Pure Roses

      Tonight I am

      If Ever

      A Minstrel Miss

      Capricious

      Spirit Keys

      Not Why I am Here

      Diamond Willow

      Relentless – Persistence

      Esoteric Journal

      Pilgrim Bell

      Short Drop

      …nor did I imagine…

      Collective Fracture

      In Sketch Book Anecdotes

      Paper Stone Paradox

      The Doctrine of Immortality

      To Save a Life

      I’ll Teach the Stars

      Animosity

      In Retrospect

      opus condescending

      Justice

      For All Ages

      Not From You

      Nine Days Later

      On Board Dimming

      Sweet

      Done

      uniform

      Expensive Mason

      Ocean Burial

      Measured

      Eve Morning

      Doing Everything

      Designed Darkness

      Magazine

      From Your Trees

      Before the Change

      For All Things

      The Eternal Clock of the Soul

      In Reality

      Never to Be the Rain

      minstrel water

      Distant Star

      Self Centered Serving

      Well

      Acceptance

      And No One Will Follow

      Late Show Matinee

      Sleep Retro

      Pages of Dreams

      Boston Weather

      Sing to the Sun and Sky

      Wool Covers

      I am Desired – I am a Son

      Your Love is a Salve

      Alarm

      Consolidation of Flesh

      Universal Whore

      Mozart on the Grand

      The Glass Once Broken

      Violets in the Sand

      The Door to the Plan

      Motion Station

      She Likes Them Older

      Best Defense

      Sense Memory (Refined)

      If My Dreams are Poison

      FedEx Traffic Log

      Deaf Kennel

      Heartfelt Dawn

      I’ll Be True

      Need What You Mean

      Clothes of Living Things

      You’ve Got to Want Me To

      I am the Wind

      From the Son to the Son

      Visions of Ecstasy

      Unfinished Music

      About the Author

      Introduction

      Designed to capture Paul Tait’s thought process\inspiration process as

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