#Americans
“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
Today we woke up to a revolution o… its white flag waving over everyth… the landscape vanished, not a single mouse to punctuate th… and beyond these windows
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 knew that James Whistler was pa… but I was still surprised when I… of his mother at the Musée d’Orsa… among all the colored dots and mob… of the French Impressionists.
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
There are many that I miss having sent my last one out a car… sparking along the road one night,… The heralded one, of course: after sex, the two glowing tips
Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you have not closed the book, and now I am summoning you up again, attentive...
I am wondering what became of all… that used to pose, robed and statu… and parade about on the pages of t… displaying their capital letters l… Truth cantering on a powerful hors…
Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over… It feels like eating the same small, perfect grape
I remember the night I discovered… lying in bed in the dark, that a few imagined holes of golf worked much better than a thousand… that the local links,
I wait for the holiday crowd to cl… before stepping onto the first wav… Soon I am walking across the Atla… thinking about Spain, checking for whales, waterspouts.
I might as well begin by saying ho… It gets me right away because I’m… so immediately the poem has my att… like the Ancient Mariner grabbing… And I like the first couple of st…
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
When all of a sudden the city air… the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing the maw of an advancing wh…
