#AmericanWriters
Finally, to forgo love is to kiss… is to let rain fall nakedly upon y… is to respect fire, is to study man’s eyes and his ges… as he talks,
I’m very pleased to be a body. Ca… As you hold mine I feel firmly as… and I think all life is a body. I… especially with the sun shining on… I have hurt the body. That’s when…
The steam hammer pounds with a reg… Neither the hammer nor the steel s… terrible meeting between them, pro… that some things must be done, reg… cost too is absorbed in the doing…
Interesting that I have to live w… It stands, prepared to emerge, and… with me—this other thing I will be… and yet it keeps me erect and limb… my rival.
In a dream I’m no longer in love.… and I vow never again to seal myse… also and that too is a kind of sea… care of my body and its home accom… appearance that I admire in the mi…
I am leaving earth with little kno… without having visited its great c… I was here for a moment, it seems,… and now that I am leaving I am as… So what does cruelty mean in these…
I am looking for a past I can rely on in order to look to death with equanimity. What was given me:
Here in bed behind a brick wall I can make order and meaning, but how do I begin? How do I emerge without panic to the sounds and mass
I stand and listen, head bowed, to my inner complaint. Persons passing by think I am searching for a lost coin. You’re fired, I yell inside
As I enter the theatre the play i… I hear the father say to the son o… You’ve taken the motor apart. The son replies, The roof is leak… The father retorts, The tire is f…
Whatever we do, whether we light strangers’ cigarettes’it may t… to be a detective wanting to know… with a light on a lonely street ni… or whether we turn away and get a…
I close my eyes like a good little… as I was told to do by my mother w… and before bed I brush my teeth an… as I was told, and look forward to… I do all things required of me to…
As she walked she would look back over her shoulder and trip upon sidewalk cracks or bump into people to whom she would apol… profusely, her head still turned.
This tree has two million and seve… Perhaps I missed a leaf or two bu… at having persisted in counting by… and marked down on paper with penc… Adding them up was a pleasure I c…
I have something to tell you. I’m listening. I’m dying. I’m sorry to hear. I’m growing old.