#AmericanWriters
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…
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
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star’s atmosphere, turning daily into and out of
After the event the rockslide realized, in a still diversity of completion… grain and fissure, declivity
afternoon’s blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset
When you consider the radiance, th… itself but pours its abundance wit… nook and cranny not overhung or hi… that birds’ bones make no awful no… lie low in the light as in a high…
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
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,…
I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come forth in
The blast skims over the string of takeoff lights and relinquishing
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,
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…