#AmericanWriters
I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a boo… something to read at the doctor’… and while I am inside, running the… of inquisition along a shelf,
You are so beautiful and I am a f… to be in love with you is a theme that keeps coming up in songs and poems. There seems to be no room for vari…
In the usual iconography of the te… you would never see him doing such… tossing the dry snow over a mounta… of his bare, round shoulder, his hair tied in a knot,
It could be the name of a prehisto… that roamed the Paleozoic earth, r… on its hind legs to show off its l… or some lover in a myth who is met… It means treasury, but it is just…
Remember the 1340's? We were doin… You always wore brown, the color c… and I was draped in one of those c… the ones with unicorns and pomegra… Everyone would pause for beer and…
I am standing on a disused iron br… that was erected in 1902, according to the iron plaque bolte… the year my mother turned one. Imagine—a mother in her infancy,
What scene would I want to be env… more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen t… floral wallpaper pressing in, white cabinets full of glass,
“Every time we get a big gale arou… some people just refuse to batten… we estimate that ice skating into a sixty mile an hour wind, fully exerting
It seems these poets have nothing up their ample sleeves they turn over so many cards so ea… telling us before the first line whether it is wet or dry,
Before I opened you, Jiménez, it never occurred to me that day a… would continue to circle each othe… but now you have me wondering if there will also be a sun and a…
I am wondering what became of all… that used to pose, robed and statu… and parade about on the pages of t… displaying their capital letters l… Truth cantering on a powerful hors…
The early sun is so pale and shado… I could be looking up at a ghost in the shape of a window, a tall, rectangular spirit looking down at me in bed,
This is not bad— ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft… of these earphones,
I imagined the atmosphere would be… shot with pristine light, not this sulphurous haze, the air ionized as before a thunde… Many have pictured a river here,
Today we woke up to a revolution o… its white flag waving over everyth… the landscape vanished, not a single mouse to punctuate th… and beyond these windows