#AmericanWriters
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,
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,
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,
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
Some days I put the people in the… bend their legs at the knees, if they come with that feature, and fix them into the tiny wooden… All afternoon they face one anothe…
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,
And I start wondering how they ca… If it was congenital, they could b… and I think of the poor mother brooding over her sightless young… Or was it a common accident, all t…
Yesterday, I lay awake in the pal… A soft rain stole in, unhelped by… And when I saw the silver glaze o… I started with A, with Ackerman,… Then Baxter and Calabro,
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
All afternoon I have been struggling to communicate in Italian with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun to resemble the two male characters in my Italian for Beginners, the ones who ar...
It could be the name of a prehisto… that roamed the Paleozoic earth, r… on its hind legs to show off its l… or some lover in a myth who is met… It means treasury, but it is just…
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
The other day as I was ricochetin… off the blue walls of this room bouncing from typewriter to piano from bookshelf to an envelope lyin… I found myself in the 'L’ section…
The name of the author is the firs… followed obediently by the title,… the heartbreaking conclusion, the… which suddenly becomes one you hav… never even heard of,
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…
