#AmericanWriters
Siwashing it out once in Siuslaw… I slept under rhododendron All night blossoms fell Shivering on a sheet of cardboar… Feet stuck in my pack
O Wave God who broke through… Sea Bream massive pink and silver cool swimming down with me watchin… staying away from the spear
Owl calls, pollen dust blows Swirl of light strokes writhing knot-tying light paths,
We finished clearing the last Section of trail by noon, High on the ridge-side Two thousand feet above the creek Reached the pass, went on
He crawls to the edge of the foami… He backs up the slab ledge He puts a finger in the water He turns to a trapped pool Puts both hands in the water
Ah to be alive on a mid-September morn fording a stream barefoot, pants rolled up, holding boots, pack on,
the Great Sun Buddha in this corner of the Infinite Void gave a Discourse to all the assembled elements and energies: to the standing beings, the walking beings, the flying beings, and ...
Izanami gave birth to rocks, trees, rivers… and last, a blazing child so burned she died. In the land of darkness
I’m wondering where you are now Married, or mad, or free: Wherever you are you’re likely gla… But memory troubles me. We could’ve had us children,
It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the Range of my campfire I go to meet it at the
Hammering a dent out of a bucket a woodpecker answers from the woods
The sour smell, blue stain, water squirts out round the wedge, Lifting quarters of rounds covered with ants,
Beat-up datsun idling in the road shreds of fog almost-vertical hillsides drop awa… huge stumps fading into mist soft warm rain
I first saw it in the sixties, driving a Volkswagen camper with a fierce gay poet and a lovely but dangerous girl with a h… we came down from Canada
Out there walking round, looking o… a rootstock, a birdcall, a seed th… plucking, digging, snaring, snaggi… barely getting by, no food out there on dusty slopes…