#AmericanWriters
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
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
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.
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
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…
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole
Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
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.
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.
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…
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
And the place was water Fish fowl flood