#AmericanWriters
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes
The blast skims over the string of takeoff lights and relinquishing
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…
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star’s atmosphere, turning daily into and out of
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 look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come forth in
When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the
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…
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset
I’ve pressed so far away from my desire that if you asked me what I
One failure on Top of another
I went for a walk over the dunes a… to the sea, then turned right along the surf rounded a naked headland
After the event the rockslide realized, in a still diversity of completion… grain and fissure, declivity
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute:
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