#Americans #Women
The rules break like a thermometer… quicksilver spills across the char… we’re out in a country that has no… no laws, we’re chasing the raven a… through gorges unexplored since da…
Miracle’s truck comes down the lit… Scott Joplin ragtime strewn behin… and, yes, you can feel happy with one piece of your heart. Take what’s still given: in a room…
Across a city from you, I’m with… just as an August night moony, inlet-warm, seabathed, I wa… the scrubbed, sheenless wood of th… cluttered with our brushes, books,…
Aunt Jennifer’s tigers prance acr… Bright topaz denizens of a world o… They do not fear the men beneath t… They pace in sleek chivalric certa… Aunt Jennifer’s fingers flutterin…
Wherever in this city, screens fli… with pornography, with science-fic… victimized hirelings bending to th… we also have to walk... if simply… through the rainsoaked garbage, th…
Since we’re not young, weeks have… for years of missing each other. Y… in time tells me we’re not young. Did I ever walk the morning stree… my limbs streaming with a purer jo…
Your small hands, precisely equal… only the thumb is larger, longer—i… I could trust the world, or in man… handling power-tools or steering-w… or touching a human face... Such h…
Sleeping, turning in turn like pla… rotating in their midnight meadow: a touch is enough to let us know we’re not alone in the universe, e… the dream-ghosts of two worlds
When my dreams showed signs of becoming politically correct no unruly images escaping beyond borders
If I lay on that beach with you white, empty, pure green water war… and lying on that beach we could n… because the wind drove fine sand a… as if it were against us
I am walking rapidly through stria… I am a woman in the prime of life,… and those powers severely limited by authorities whose faces I rarel… I am a woman in the prime of life
Rain on the West Side Highway, red light at Riverside: the more I love the more I think two people together is a miracle. You’re telling the story of your l…
Living in the earth-deposits of ou… Today a backhoe divulged out of a… one bottle amber perfect a hundred… cure for fever or melancholy a ton… for living on this earth in the wi…
You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like… still have your dresses copied fro… and play a Chopin prelude called by Cortot: “Delicious reco…
Every peak is a crater. This is t… making them eternally and visibly… No height without depth, without a… though our straw soles shred on th… I want to travel with you to every…