#AmericanWriters
I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come forth in
A day without rain is like a day without sunshine
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here
I’ve pressed so far away from my desire that if you asked me what I
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
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…
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
When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the
afternoon’s blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from
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…
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star’s atmosphere, turning daily into and out of
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash,
I went for a walk over the dunes a… to the sea, then turned right along the surf rounded a naked headland
One failure on Top of another
1) An individual spider web identifies a species: an order of instinct prevails through all accidents of circumsta… though possibility is