#AmericanWriters
By constantly tormenting them with reminders of the lice in their children’s hair, the School Physician first brought their hatred down on him.
Summer! the painting is organized about a young reaper enjoying his noonday rest
I feel the caress of my own finger… on my own neck as I place my colla… and think pityingly of the kind women I have known.
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s… I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curb
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie
My shoes as I lean unlacing them stand out upon flat worsted flowers under my feet.
SORROW is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
Not because of his eyes, the eyes of a bird, but because he is beaked, birdlike, to do an injury, has the turtle attracted you.
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another,
Each time it rings I think it is for me but it is not for me nor for anyone it merely
A three-day-long rain from the eas… an terminable talking, talking of no consequence—patter, patter,… Hand in hand little winds blow the thin streams aslant.
Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.