#AmericanWriters
Remember the 1340's? We were doin… You always wore brown, the color c… and I was draped in one of those c… the ones with unicorns and pomegra… Everyone would pause for beer and…
As sure as prehistoric fish grew l… and sauntered off the beaches into… working up some irregular verbs fo… first conversation, so three-year-… enter the phase of name-calling.
In the usual iconography of the te… you would never see him doing such… tossing the dry snow over a mounta… of his bare, round shoulder, his hair tied in a knot,
There is a section in my library f… and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry of Ch… and in the center a row of impertu… the ones you can turn to anytime,
I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a boo… something to read at the doctor’… and while I am inside, running the… of inquisition along a shelf,
What scene would I want to be env… more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen t… floral wallpaper pressing in, white cabinets full of glass,
There is the sudden silence of the… above a player not moving on the f… and the silence of the orchid. The silence of the falling vase before it strikes the floor,
Smokey the Bear heads into the autumn woods with a red can of gasoline and a box of wooden matches. His ranger’s hat is cocked
You know the parlor trick. wrap your arms around your own bod… and from the back it looks like someone is embracing you her hands grasping your shirt
“Every time we get a big gale arou… some people just refuse to batten… we estimate that ice skating into a sixty mile an hour wind, fully exerting
How agreeable it is not to be tour… wandering her cities and ascending… How much better to cruise these lo… fully grasping the meaning of ever… and all the sudden hand gestures o…
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every… in tiny black script. If I could just get my hands on y…
This is not bad— ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft… of these earphones,
The murkiness of the local garage… that you cannot make out the calen… drawings on the wall above a bench… Your ears are ringing with the sou… the mechanic hammering on your exh…
I have never been fishing on the… or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not in July or any month have I had the pleasure—if it is a…
