#AmericanWriters
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…
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 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
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…
One failure on Top of another
The wonderful workings of the worl… wonderful: I’m surprised half the… ground up fine, I puff if a pebble… I’m nervous: my moarality’s intric… a squash blossom dies, I feel with…
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
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
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…
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute:
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the worl… longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent to sores and greengage…
I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come forth in