#AmericanWriters
The form of the poem subsided, it… A witness was found for the markin… It might have been a celebration,… of the poem. The sky sinks slowly…
On this dry prepared path walk hea… This is not “dinner music.” This… heavy as eyelids. Beams are laid. The master cuts m… Sound lays the structure. Sound l…
Since I’ve decided to revolutioni… since ” decided ”
sound opens sound shank of globe strings… something like images are here opening up avenues to view a dome a distant clang reaches the edific…
i An opposing force nestles closer —to the four square of its joint the nimbus divides at an unfaded s… and the naughts are shuffled at th…
Others about the embarking have reasons. I holding shreds carpenter leavings. Motions in the wind,
Unreasonable lenses refract the sensitive rabbit holes, mole dwell… climes where twist burrow and snee… a native species into houses
Pieces clung to bedclothes. In th… Grass covered the dream of a serpe… dream turned into an opera. It was the opera that made the dre… in any country, could be Antarctic…
Early night and the evening bus Passing with a new wreath around Its straggled head. The push cart Halts and fifty pineapple eyes sta… Into the invalid light. We move
Each artist embarks on a personal… An artist may take introspective r… Or so they say in Barcelona when… In our country it is a water sprin… Colors often break themselves into…
Words after all are syllables just and you put them in their place
At sunset from the top of the stai… the castle mallets wrenched from t… fell from ambush into flame flew i… above the stoneware a latch like m… the green; he stood waist high und…
There is no fear in taking the first step or the second or the third having a position
Someone has remembered to dry the… they have taken the accident out o… Afterward lilies for supper; there the lines in front of the window are rubbed on the table of stone
That is why I am here not among the ibises. Why the permanent city parasol covers even me. It was the rains