#AmericanWriters
The sour smell, blue stain, water squirts out round the wedge, Lifting quarters of rounds covered with ants,
I’m wondering where you are now Married, or mad, or free: Wherever you are you’re likely gla… But memory troubles me. We could’ve had us children,
At the last turn in the path “goodbye—” —bending, bowing, (moss and a bit of wild
O Wave God who broke through… Sea Bream massive pink and silver cool swimming down with me watchin… staying away from the spear
A few light flakes of snow Fall in the feeble sun; Birds sing in the cold, A warbler by the wall. The plum Buds tight and chill soon bloom.
One granite ridge A tree, would be enough Or even a rock, a small creek, A bark shred in a pool. Hill beyond hill, folded and twist…
Out there walking round, looking o… a rootstock, a birdcall, a seed th… plucking, digging, snaring, snaggi… barely getting by, no food out there on dusty slopes…
Owl calls, pollen dust blows Swirl of light strokes writhing knot-tying light paths,
the Great Sun Buddha in this corner of the Infinite Void gave a Discourse to all the assembled elements and energies: to the standing beings, the walking beings, the flying beings, and ...
Izanami gave birth to rocks, trees, rivers… and last, a blazing child so burned she died. In the land of darkness
It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the Range of my campfire I go to meet it at the
Ah to be alive on a mid-September morn fording a stream barefoot, pants rolled up, holding boots, pack on,
He had driven half the night From far down San Joaquin Through Mariposa, up the Dangerous Mountain roads, And pulled in at eight a.m.
Standing at the baggage passing ti… Austin Texas airport—my ride hasn… My former wife is making websites… one son’s seldom seen, the other one and his wife have a…
Beat-up datsun idling in the road shreds of fog almost-vertical hillsides drop awa… huge stumps fading into mist soft warm rain