#AmericanWriters
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
when god lets my body be from each brave eye shall sprout a… fruit that dangles therefrom the purpled world will dance upon between my lips which did sing
OVER silent waters day descending night ascending floods the gentle glory of the sun… In a golden greeting
as freedom is a breakfastfood or truth can live with right and w… or molehills are from mountains ma… —long enough and just so long will being pay the rent of seem
Lady of Silence from the winsome cage of thy body rose through the sensible
nobody loses all the time i had an uncle named Sol who was a born failure and nearly everybody said he should ha… into vaudeville perhaps because my…
Where’s Madge then, Madge and her men? buried with Alice in her hair, (but if you ask the rain
i’ll tell you a dream i had once i… a bar the bar was made of brass ha… lying on the bar it was cOOl i di… Hot and the bar was COOl
Thou in whose sword-great story sh… Of history her heroes, sounds the… Of those vast armies of the marchi… With standards and the neighing of… Moving to war across the smiling m…
little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à
one April dusk the sallow street-lamps were turning snowy against a west of robin’s eg… i entered a mad street whose mouth dripped with slavver of
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups … dandelions And the big bullying daisies
one day a nigger caught in his hand a little star no bigger than not to understand “i’ll never let you go
in making Marjorie god hurried a boy’s body on unsuspicious legs of girl. his left hand quarri… the quartzlike face. his right sla… the amusing big vital vicious
a blue woman with sticking out bre… clothes. On the line. not so old for the mother of twelve undershir… by is it Bishop Taylor who needs… that marriage is a sure cure for m…