#AmericanWriters #ArsPoetica
In the great snowfall before the b… colored yule tree lights windows, the only glow for contemp… along this road I worked the print shop
My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe
Old Mother turns blue and from us… “Don’t let my head drop to the ear… I’m blind and deaf.” Death from t… a thimble in her purse. “It’s a long day since last night.
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
What horror to awake at night and in the dimness see the light. Time is white mosquitoes bite I’ve spent my life on nothing.
Keen and lovely man moved as in a… to be considerate in lighted, glas… almost outdoor office. Business wasn’t all he knew. He knew music,… Had a heart. “With eyes like your…
Well, spring overflows the land, floods floor, pump, wash machine of the woman moored to this low sh… Goodbye to lilacs by the door and all I planted for the eye.
Mr. Van Ess bought 14 washcloths? Fourteen washrags, Ed Van Ess? Must be going to give em to the church, I guess. He drinks, you know. The day we m…
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in