#AmericanWriters
I wait for the holiday crowd to cl… before stepping onto the first wav… Soon I am walking across the Atla… thinking about Spain, checking for whales, waterspouts.
The neighbors’ dog will not stop b… He is barking the same high, rhyth… that he barks every time they leav… They must switch him on on their w… The neighbors’ dog will not stop b…
I might as well begin by saying ho… It gets me right away because I’m… so immediately the poem has my att… like the Ancient Mariner grabbing… And I like the first couple of st…
I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem
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…
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is… If you let it out too early, they… your poem will fly away, and this time they are absolutely…
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…
The first thing I heard this morn… was a soft, insistent rustle, the rapid flapping of wings against glass as it turned out, a small bird rioting
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…
In most self-portraits it is the f… Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming… Van Gogh stares out of a halo of… Rembrant looks relieved as if he w… from painting The Blinding of Sam…
The Wind is ghosting around the h… and as I lean against the door of… I begin to think about the first p… how quiet he must have seemed the… as the others stood around the fir…
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…
Yesterday, I lay awake in the pal… A soft rain stole in, unhelped by… And when I saw the silver glaze o… I started with A, with Ackerman,… Then Baxter and Calabro,
The name of the author is the firs… followed obediently by the title,… the heartbreaking conclusion, the… which suddenly becomes one you hav… never even heard of,