#AmericanWriters
Izanami gave birth to rocks, trees, rivers… and last, a blazing child so burned she died. In the land of darkness
I first saw it in the sixties, driving a Volkswagen camper with a fierce gay poet and a lovely but dangerous girl with a h… we came down from Canada
All this new stuff goes on top turn it over, turn it over wait and water down from the dark bottom turn it inside out
At the last turn in the path “goodbye—” —bending, bowing, (moss and a bit of wild
Old Woman Nature naturally has a bag of bones tucked away somewhere. a whole room full of bones! A scattering of hair and cartilage
I’m wondering where you are now Married, or mad, or free: Wherever you are you’re likely gla… But memory troubles me. We could’ve had us children,
Swung from the toes out, Belly-breath riding on the knuckle… The ten-pound maul lifts up, Sails in an arc overhead, And then lifts you!
Owl calls, pollen dust blows Swirl of light strokes writhing knot-tying light paths,
I went into the Maverick Bar In Farmington, New Mexico. And drank double shots of bourbon backed with beer. My long hair was tucked up under a…
Washing Kai in the sauna, The kerosene lantern set on a box outside the ground-level window, Lights up the edge of the iron sto… washtub down on the slab
The sour smell, blue stain, water squirts out round the wedge, Lifting quarters of rounds covered with ants,
Ah to be alive on a mid-September morn fording a stream barefoot, pants rolled up, holding boots, pack on,
A few light flakes of snow Fall in the feeble sun; Birds sing in the cold, A warbler by the wall. The plum Buds tight and chill soon bloom.
Standing at the baggage passing ti… Austin Texas airport—my ride hasn… My former wife is making websites… one son’s seldom seen, the other one and his wife have a…
Out there walking round, looking o… a rootstock, a birdcall, a seed th… plucking, digging, snaring, snaggi… barely getting by, no food out there on dusty slopes…
