#AmericanWriters
Motion’s the dead giveaway, eye catcher, the revealing risk: the caterpillar sulls on the hot m… but then, risking, ripples to the… the cricket, startled, leaps the
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…
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 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…
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here
I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come forth in
One failure on Top of another
afternoon’s blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from
When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the
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,
The people of my time are passing… wife is baking for a funeral, a 60… died suddenly, when the phone ring… Ruth we care so much about in inte… it was once weddings that came so…
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset
I went for a walk over the dunes a… to the sea, then turned right along the surf rounded a naked headland
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,…