#AmericanWriters
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
in our lifetime. Which makes the idea of elections Notice how this word has “man” right in the middle of it? That’s one reason I like it. He is right there, front and center. But he i...
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water
The tree of life has fallen on my small house. I thought it was so much bigger! But it is not. There in the distance I see the m…
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
