#AmericanWriters #Objectivist
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.
My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
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…
You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole
Feign a great calm; all gay transport soon ends. Chant: who knows— flight’s end or flight’s beginning for the resting gull?
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
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…
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
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood