#AmericanWriters
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
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 mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe
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.
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole
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
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—