#AmericanWriters
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
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 rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe
Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?
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…
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
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—