#AmericanWriters
Unreasonable lenses refract the sensitive rabbit holes, mole dwell… climes where twist burrow and snee… a native species into houses
Pieces clung to bedclothes. In th… Grass covered the dream of a serpe… dream turned into an opera. It was the opera that made the dre… in any country, could be Antarctic…
There we go in cars, did you guess… Carrying the till, memorizing its… apt at the essential such as rearr… languages. They occur from route t… like savages who wear shells.
Words after all are syllables just and you put them in their place
sound opens sound shank of globe strings… something like images are here opening up avenues to view a dome a distant clang reaches the edific…
In the past we listened to photogr… Alive, active. What had been dist… Pushed us forward, emptying the… Erasure. In the city of X, they lived toge…
There is no fear in taking the first step or the second or the third having a position
That is why I am here not among the ibises. Why the permanent city parasol covers even me. It was the rains
Others about the embarking have reasons. I holding shreds carpenter leavings. Motions in the wind,
After so many hours spent in the r… One wonders what the room will do. Whether speech or action will be f… And whether the weather will be fi… To begin.
At sunset from the top of the stai… the castle mallets wrenched from t… fell from ambush into flame flew i… above the stoneware a latch like m… the green; he stood waist high und…
Since I’ve decided to revolutioni… since ” decided ”
On a wall shadowed by lights from… is the screen. Icons come to it dr… and their eyes reflect the journey… eyes reach from level earth. Narra… the room where the screen waits su…
The world is going upstairs and some people of whom Frederick Kiesler didn’t approve
The simple contact with a wooden s… recovered itself, began to spread… as it lay sprawling to consider th… patience looked at grief, where wa… eyes curled outside themes to sear…