#AmericanWriters
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
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.
In the great snowfall before the b… colored yule tree lights windows, the only glow for contemp… along this road I worked the print shop
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
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…
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?
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.
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
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…