#AmericanWriters
Hammering a dent out of a bucket a woodpecker answers from the woods
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
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…
Izanami gave birth to rocks, trees, rivers… and last, a blazing child so burned she died. In the land of darkness
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 ...
Every tan rolling meadow will turn… Freeways are clogged all day Academies packed with scholars wri… City people lean and dark This land most real
One afternoon the last week in Ap… Showing Kai how to throw a hatche… One-half turn and it sticks in a s… He recalls the hatchet-head Without a handle, in the shop
I went into the Maverick Bar In Farmington, New Mexico. And drank double shots of bourbon backed with beer. My long hair was tucked up under a…
“O hell, what do mine eyes with grief behold?” Working with an old Singlejack miner, who can sense The vein and cleavage
A few light flakes of snow Fall in the feeble sun; Birds sing in the cold, A warbler by the wall. The plum Buds tight and chill soon bloom.
The sour smell, blue stain, water squirts out round the wedge, Lifting quarters of rounds covered with ants,
Owl calls, pollen dust blows Swirl of light strokes writhing knot-tying light paths,
It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the Range of my campfire I go to meet it at the
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…
Washing Kai in the sauna, The kerosene lantern set on a box outside the ground-level window, Lights up the edge of the iron sto… washtub down on the slab