#AmericanWriters #ArsPoetica
Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:
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.
I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
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…
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.