#AmericanWriters
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…
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…
The saints are gathering at the re… places, trying tough skin on sharp conscience, endurance in the hot spots– searching out to define, come up
I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come forth in
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash,
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…
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumsta… though possibility is
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star’s atmosphere, turning daily into and out of
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute:
A day without rain is like a day without sunshine
The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away.
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
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…
One failure on Top of another
afternoon’s blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from