#AmericanWriters
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…
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash,
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
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…
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 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
One failure on Top of another
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
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
I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come forth in
When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute:
All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset
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…
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…
afternoon’s blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from