#AmericanWriters
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…
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the worl… longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent to sores and greengage…
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here
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,
A day without rain is like a day without sunshine
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
The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away.
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
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
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes
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…
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
I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come forth in
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