#AmericanWriters
All this new stuff goes on top turn it over, turn it over wait and water down from the dark bottom turn it inside out
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
Ah to be alive on a mid-September morn fording a stream barefoot, pants rolled up, holding boots, pack on,
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…
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
One granite ridge A tree, would be enough Or even a rock, a small creek, A bark shred in a pool. Hill beyond hill, folded and twist…
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,
Beat-up datsun idling in the road shreds of fog almost-vertical hillsides drop awa… huge stumps fading into mist soft warm rain
The sour smell, blue stain, water squirts out round the wedge, Lifting quarters of rounds covered with ants,
Old Woman Nature naturally has a bag of bones tucked away somewhere. a whole room full of bones! A scattering of hair and cartilage
It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the Range of my campfire I go to meet it at the
O Wave God who broke through… Sea Bream massive pink and silver cool swimming down with me watchin… staying away from the spear
Clearing the mind and sliding in to that created space, a web of waters steaming over rock… air misty but not raining, seeing this land from a boat on a…
Hammering a dent out of a bucket a woodpecker answers from the woods
Izanami gave birth to rocks, trees, rivers… and last, a blazing child so burned she died. In the land of darkness