#AmericanWriters
I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come forth in
The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away.
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…
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…
When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the
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
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here
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…
After the event the rockslide realized, in a still diversity of completion… grain and fissure, declivity
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,
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…
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute:
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,…
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…