#AmericanWriters #Objectivist
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
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.
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?
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
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe
I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich
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
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.
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
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…