#AmericanWriters
When Hades decided he loved this… he built for her a duplicate of ea… everything the same, down to the m… but with a bed added. Everything the same, including sun…
Two women with the same claim came to the feet of the wise king. Two women, but only one baby.
Do you know what I was, how I liv… what despair is; then winter should have meaning for you… I did not expect to survive, earth suppressing me. I didn’t exp…
In your extended absence, you perm… use of earth, anticipating some return on investment. I must… failure in my assignment, principa… regarding the tomato plants.
Night covers the pond with its win… Under the ringed moon I can make… your face swimming among minnows a… echoing stars. In the night air the surface of the pond is metal.
Even now this landscape is assembl… The hills darken. The oxen Sleep in their blue yoke, The fields having been Picked clean, the sheaves
Small light in the sky appearing suddenly between two pine boughs, their fine needle… now etched onto the radiant surfac… and above this
In our family, there were two sain… my aunt and my grandmother. But their lives were different. My grandmother’s was tranquil, eve… She was like a person walking in c…
Now, in twilight, on the palace st… the king asks forgiveness of his l… He is not duplicitous; he has tried to be true to the moment; is there anoth…
In the story of Patroclus no one survives, not even Achilles who was nearly a god. Patroclus resembled him; they wore the same armor.
Is it winter again, is it cold aga… didn’t Frank just slip on the ice, didn’t he heal, weren’t the spring… didn’t the night end, didn’t the melting ice
I have a friend who still believes… Not a stupid person, yet with all… She thinks someone listens in heav… On earth she’s unusually competent… Brave too, able to face unpleasant…
Look, a butterfly. Did you make a… You don’t wish on butterflies. You do so. Did you make one? Yes. It doesn’t count.
My mother’s an expert in one thing… sending people she loves into the… The little ones, the babies—these she rocks, whispering or singing q… what she did for my father;
You want to know how I spend my t… I walk the front lawn, pretending to be weeding. You ought to know I’m never weeding, on my knees, pu… clumps of clover from the flower b…