#AmericanWriters
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
What horror to awake at night and in the dimness see the light. Time is white mosquitoes bite I’ve spent my life on nothing.
Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:
You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole
Old Mother turns blue and from us… “Don’t let my head drop to the ear… I’m blind and deaf.” Death from t… a thimble in her purse. “It’s a long day since last night.
Well, spring overflows the land, floods floor, pump, wash machine of the woman moored to this low sh… Goodbye to lilacs by the door and all I planted for the eye.
Mr. Van Ess bought 14 washcloths? Fourteen washrags, Ed Van Ess? Must be going to give em to the church, I guess. He drinks, you know. The day we m…
Keen and lovely man moved as in a… to be considerate in lighted, glas… almost outdoor office. Business wasn’t all he knew. He knew music,… Had a heart. “With eyes like your…
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood