#AmericanWriters
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
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 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,
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 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…
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,…
The blast skims over the string of takeoff lights and relinquishing
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…
afternoon’s blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes
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:
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
When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here