#AmericanWriters
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…
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…
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star’s atmosphere, turning daily into and out of
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
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,…
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the worl… longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent to sores and greengage…
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…
A day without rain is like a day without sunshine
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,
There is now not a single leaf on the cherry tree: except when the jay plummets in, lights, and, in pure clarity, squalls:
The blast skims over the string of takeoff lights and relinquishing
afternoon’s blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here
I’ve pressed so far away from my desire that if you asked me what I