#AmericanWriters
When you consider the radiance, th… itself but pours its abundance wit… nook and cranny not overhung or hi… that birds’ bones make no awful no… lie low in the light as in a high…
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I’ll wake up and find the lowly nearby,
I don’t know somehow it seems suff… to see and hear whatever coming an… losing the self to the victory of stones and trees, of bending sandpit lakes, crescent
The wonderful workings of the worl… wonderful: I’m surprised half the… ground up fine, I puff if a pebble… I’m nervous: my moarality’s intric… a squash blossom dies, I feel with…
What do I find right at the cente… relationships: a slightly disperse… tinctured core of brutality: go to… the question is not whether your l… but whether you can pay the bill,…
You think the ridge hills flowing,… with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black… for each sunset, hold on to you, i… wander, give reality recurrence en…
I am living without you because of a terror, a farfetched notion that I can’t live without you which I must narrow down & que…
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like a pregnancy o… as on my lap a child
The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away.
A day without rain is like a day without sunshine
The blast skims over the string of takeoff lights and relinquishing
Fall fell: so that’s it for the l… some flurries have whitened the ed… and lawns: time for that, the snow… turkeys and old St. Nick: where a… find something to write about I ha…
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I listened to the wind go over my head and up into the ni…