#AmericanWriters
With his head full of Shakespeare… and old notions of poetic justice, he was ready with his elegies the day the ocean sailed into the… ‘The sea,’ he wrote, 'is a forgivi…
In the chest is caged bat who seeks escape through the mouth. He flaps his wings & the molars shiver.
Chi vuol esser lieto, sia: di doman non c’e certezza. —Lorenzo di Medici In the poplars’ lengthening shadow… amid the rows of marigolds and ear…
The women he has had are all faces without eyes. He has entered them blind as a cut worm. He has swum their oceans
Ash falls on the roof of my house. I have cursed you enough in the lines of my poems & between them,
You gave me the child that seamed my belly & stitched up my life. You gave me: one book of love poem… five years of peace
She was not a slender woman, but her skin was milk mixed in with strawberry jam & between her legs the word pu… & her hair was the color of wh…
When the devil brings him, like a Christmas puppy, examine his downy fur & smell his small paws for the scent of sulphur.
You hate the telephone but will not see me face to face so I am left beseeching you
The man giving birth in the dark has died & come back to life again, is stretching out his arms
Not wanting to write for fear that anything– the passion for the page, the love of carbon ribbons & e… will distract me from your face,
Old bag of bones upside down, what are you searching for in poetry, in meditation?
Because he dreams of seeding the w… his eyes bite She looks He looks away He is snow-blind from staring at her breasts
If it is impossible to promise absolute fidelity, this is because we learn so much geography from the shifting of one body
We used to strike sparks off each other. Our eyes would meet or our hands, & the blue lightning of love