#AmericanWriters
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…
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumsta… though possibility is
Fall’s leaves are redder than spring’s flowers, have no pollen, and also sometimes fly, as the win… schools them out or down in shoals or droves: though I
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…
One failure on Top of another
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash,
After the event the rockslide realized, in a still diversity of completion… grain and fissure, declivity
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…
The reason to be autonomous is to… a cleared instrument, ready to act… the moral realm and actual conditi… needs to be done and to do it: fin… best, if it works out, but if, lik…
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
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: