#AmericanWriters
Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of lonelines… until love leaves its high holy te… and comes into our sight
There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win
Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been steep. Under a dead blue sky on a distant…
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone
Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water
Some clichty folks don’t know the facts, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their backs.
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the stre… Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always
He bad O he bad He make a honky poot. Make it honky’s blue eyes squint
A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. But I, now,
Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleev… to peer into my eyes while I within deny their threats and answer them with lies. Mushlike memories perform
We, this people, on a small and lo… Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way o… To a destination where all signs t… It is possible and imperative that…
They went home and told their wive… that never once in all their lives… had they known a girl like me, But... They went home. They said my house was licking cle…
One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,