#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
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of lonelines… until love leaves its high holy te… and comes into our sight
They went home and told their wive… that never once in all their lives… had they known a girl like me, But... They went home. They said my house was licking cle…
My man is Black Golden Amber Cha… Warm mouths of Brandy Fine Cautious sunlight on a patterned r… Coughing laughter, rocked on a whi… Graceful turns on woolen stilts S…
He bad O he bad He make a honky poot. Make it honky’s blue eyes squint
Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an att…
I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived
One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the stre… Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always
I keep on drying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone
Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at th… slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press
A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. But I, now,
There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win