#AmericanWriters
If an inaudible whistle blown between our lips can send him home to us, then silence is perhaps the sound of spiders breathing
Such insignificance: a glance at your record on the doctor’s des… or a letter not meant for you. How could you have known? It’s no… that your life passes before you
I. Insomnia The bulb at the front door burns a… If it were a white rose it would t… through another endless night. The moon knows the routine;
You have read War and Peace. Now here is Sister Carrie, not up to Tolstoy; still it will second the real world: predictable planes and levels,
What happened is, we grew lonely living among the things, so we gave the clock a face, the chair a back, the table four stout legs
Doctor, you say there are no haloe… around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused by old age, an affliction. I tell you it has taken me all my…
Speaking of marvels, I am alive together with you, when I might ha… alive with anyone under the sun, when I might have been Abelard’s… or the whore of a Renaissance pope
For Lucy, who called them “ghost… Someone was always leaving and never coming back. The wooden houses wait like old wi… along this road; they are everywhe…
1992 1) I was born in a Free City, nea… 2) In the year of my birth, money… confetti. A loaf of bread cost a m… course I do not remember this.
For Linda Foster Because we used to have leaves and on damp days our muscles feel a tug, painful now, from when roots
Who is that man in black, walking away from us into the distance? The painter, they say, took a long… finding his vision of the world. The mermaids, if that is what they…
The moon lies on the river like a drop of oil. The children come to the banks to… of their wounds and bruises. The fathers who gave them their wo…
In Sleeping Beauty’s castle the clock strikes one hundred year… and the girl in the tower returns… So do the servants in the kitchen, who don’t even rub their eyes.
Our trees are aspens, but people mistake them for birches; they think of us as characters in a Russian novel, Kitty and Lev… living contentedly in the country.
When the moon was full they came t… some with pitchforks, some with ra… some with sieves and ladles, and one with a silver cup. And they fished til a traveler pas…