#AmericanWriters
Clearing the mind and sliding in to that created space, a web of waters steaming over rock… air misty but not raining, seeing this land from a boat on a…
the Great Sun Buddha in this corner of the Infinite Void gave a Discourse to all the assembled elements and energies: to the standing beings, the walking beings, the flying beings, and ...
Hammering a dent out of a bucket a woodpecker answers from the woods
The sour smell, blue stain, water squirts out round the wedge, Lifting quarters of rounds covered with ants,
Out there walking round, looking o… a rootstock, a birdcall, a seed th… plucking, digging, snaring, snaggi… barely getting by, no food out there on dusty slopes…
Standing at the baggage passing ti… Austin Texas airport—my ride hasn… My former wife is making websites… one son’s seldom seen, the other one and his wife have a…
Ah to be alive on a mid-September morn fording a stream barefoot, pants rolled up, holding boots, pack on,
All this new stuff goes on top turn it over, turn it over wait and water down from the dark bottom turn it inside out
Old Woman Nature naturally has a bag of bones tucked away somewhere. a whole room full of bones! A scattering of hair and cartilage
Owl calls, pollen dust blows Swirl of light strokes writhing knot-tying light paths,
Down valley a smoke haze Three days heat, after five days r… Pitch glows on the fir-cones Across rocks and meadows Swarms of new flies.
I’m wondering where you are now Married, or mad, or free: Wherever you are you’re likely gla… But memory troubles me. We could’ve had us children,
Every tan rolling meadow will turn… Freeways are clogged all day Academies packed with scholars wri… City people lean and dark This land most real
We finished clearing the last Section of trail by noon, High on the ridge-side Two thousand feet above the creek Reached the pass, went on
It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the Range of my campfire I go to meet it at the