#Americans #Women #XXCentury #XXICentury
It was homemade and primitive, like pulling a tooth with a string and a slamming door, like taking o… an appendix by kerosene light where dogs wandered in and out
This morning’s minion was white-sh… sat on the stone wall, not caught… Slow and heavy, awkward on his thi… legs, he hopped sideways down the… There would be no bright buckling…
Assuming a virtue if I had it not, I assumed that virtue would find me, which it did, and found me lacking… and lacking it, I had to assume
What am I to you now that you are… longer what you used to be to me? Who are we to each other now that there is no us, now that what we o… were is divided into me and you
My mind is shuffling its deck toni… slipping one card over another, letting them all fall together at… the random hand of memory is dealing from the bottom of the…
The problem was a different sense… He was all couplets, heroic and cl… I always wanted to carry on, one l… into the next, never reaching an e… or, if I did, imagining it might b…
Long ago, I settled on this piece… clearing a spot for memory, making… road so that the future could come… building a house of possibility. I came across the prairie with onl…
Body is something you need in orde… on this planet and you only get on… And no matter which one you get, i… be satisfactory. It will not be be… enough, it will not be fast enough…
When I stepped ashore in this bod… I was recognized at once and given a name. My bones were smaller, but the sha… of the cheek and the chin
It is mid-October. The trees are… their autumnal glory (red, yellow-… orange) outside the classroom wher… take the mid-term, sniffling softl… identifying lines from Blake or K…
This morning in Dingle, the cloud… bellied down over the mountains and broke into grey, white, and bl… Winds flagged through the palm tre… that the man from the “Big House”
I will have been walking away: no matter what direction I intende… at that moment, I will have been w… Away into the direction that you n… I have always intended, no matter…
The image that haunts me is not be… I do not think it will open into a… of wildflowers; I doubt that it wi… wing suddenly, startling us into a… It is one of those brutish facts o…
I feel older, younger, both at once. Every time I win, I lose. Every time I count, I forget and must begin again. I must begin again, and again I
I have forgotten the words, and therefore I shall not conceive of a mysterious salvation, I shall not become a tall lily and bloom into blue and white. Then what