#AmericanWriters
A day without rain is like a day without sunshine
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 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
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…
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
There is now not a single leaf on the cherry tree: except when the jay plummets in, lights, and, in pure clarity, squalls:
It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes
I’ve pressed so far away from my desire that if you asked me what I
One failure on Top of another
When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash,
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…
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…
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
afternoon’s blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from