#AmericanWriters #Objectivist
My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
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
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
I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in
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.
You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
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.
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
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…