#AmericanWriters
She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running
Beloveds, now we know that we know… Without notice, our dear love can… In the instant that Michael is go… Though we are many, each of us is… Only when we confess our confusion…
FOR DAVID P—B The eye follows, the land Slips upward, creases down, forms The gentle buttocks of a young Giant. In the nestle,
He bad O he bad He make a honky poot. Make it honky’s blue eyes squint
Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts
Some clichty folks don’t know the facts, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their backs.
Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.
I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived
Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city
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…
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an att…
Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water
One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,
Pretty women wonder where my secre… I’m not cute or built to suit a fa… But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say,
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here