#AmericanWriters
Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
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.
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
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…
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich
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
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.
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.
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole