#AmericanWriters
A world’s disappearing. Little street, You were too narrow, Too much in the shade already. You had only one dog,
for Hayden Carruth If you didn’t see the six-legged d… It doesn’t matter. We did, and he mostly lay in the c… As for the extra legs,
Not a peep out of you now After the bedlam early this mornin… Are you begging pardon of me Hidden up there among the leaves, Or are your brains momentarily ove…
It seemed the kind of life we want… Wild strawberries and cream in the… Sunlight in every room. The two of us walking by the sea n… Some evenings, however, we found o…
Where the path to the lake twists… A puff of dust, the kind bare feet… Is what I saw in the dying light, Night swooping down everywhere els… A low branch heavy with leaves
Executioner happy to explain How his wristwatch works As he shadows me on the street. I call him that because he is grim… And wears black.
The brightly-painted horse Had a boy’s face, And four small wheels Under his feet, Plus a long string
O crows circling over my head and… I admit to being, at times, Suddenly, and without the slightes… Exceedingly happy. On a morning otherwise sunless,
St. John of the Cross wore dark g… As he passed me on the street. St. Theresa of Avila, beautiful a… Turned her back on me. “Soulmate,” they hissed. “It’s hi…
With only his dim lantern To tell him where he is And every time a mountain Of fresh corpses to load up Take them to the other side
The obvious is difficult To prove. Many prefer The hidden. I did, too. I listened to the trees. They had a secret
Fingers in an overcoat pocket. Fingers sticking out of a black leather glove. The nails chewed raw. One play is called “Thieves’ Market,” another “Night in a Dime Museum.” The fingers w...
A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I… in the white? Walt Whitman One
Father studied theology through th… And this was exam time. Mother knitted. I sat quietly wit… Full of pictures. Night fell. My hands grew cold touching the fa…
You must come to them sideways In rooms webbed in shadow, Sneak a view of their emptiness Without them catching A glimpse of you in return.