#AmericanWriters
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole
Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance:
My friend tree I sawed you down but I must attend an older friend the sun
Mr. Van Ess bought 14 washcloths? Fourteen washrags, Ed Van Ess? Must be going to give em to the church, I guess. He drinks, you know. The day we m…
Old Mother turns blue and from us… “Don’t let my head drop to the ear… I’m blind and deaf.” Death from t… a thimble in her purse. “It’s a long day since last night.
What horror to awake at night and in the dimness see the light. Time is white mosquitoes bite I’ve spent my life on nothing.
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
Keen and lovely man moved as in a… to be considerate in lighted, glas… almost outdoor office. Business wasn’t all he knew. He knew music,… Had a heart. “With eyes like your…
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
I rose from marsh mud, algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs to see her wed in the rich
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
Well, spring overflows the land, floods floor, pump, wash machine of the woman moored to this low sh… Goodbye to lilacs by the door and all I planted for the eye.