#AmericanWriters
Orange blossoms blowing over Cast… children begging for coins I met my love under an orange tree or was it an acacia tree or was he not my love?
There were others; their bodies were a preparation. I have come to see it as that. As a steam of cries. So much pain in the world - the fo…
Requiring something lovely on his… Took me to Stamford, Connecticut,… His family’s; later picking up the… Girlfriend of Charlie, meanwhile… On some third guy also up for the…
I became a criminal when I fell i… Before that I was a waitress. I didn’t want to go to Chicago wi… I wanted to marry you, I wanted Your wife to suffer.
The elements have merged into soli… Spasms of violets rise above the m… And weed, and soon the birds and a… Will be starting to arrive, bereav… South. But never mind. It is not…
Look, a butterfly. Did you make a… You don’t wish on butterflies. You do so. Did you make one? Yes. It doesn’t count.
What can I tell you that you don’… that will make you tremble again? Forsythia by the roadside, by wet rocks, on the embankments
How can you say earth should give me joy? Each th… born is my burden; I cannot succee… with all of you. And you would like to dictate to m…
A child draws the outline of a bod… She draws what she can, but it is… she cannot fill in what she knows… Within the unsupported line, she k… that life is missing; she has cut
There is always something to be ma… Your mother knits. She turns out scarves in every sha… They were for Christmas, and they… while she married over and over, t…
In your extended absence, you perm… use of earth, anticipating some return on investment. I must… failure in my assignment, principa… regarding the tomato plants.
Little soul, little perpetually un… Do now as I bid you, climb The shelf-like branches of the spr… Wait at the top, attentive, like A sentry or look-out. He will be…
In the early evening, a now, as ma… over his writing table. Slowly he lifts his head; a woman appears, carrying roses. Her face floats to the surface of…
You want to know how I spend my t… I walk the front lawn, pretending to be weeding. You ought to know I’m never weeding, on my knees, pu… clumps of clover from the flower b…
No one’s despair is like my despai… You have no place in this garden thinking such things, producing the tiresome outward signs; the ma… pointedly weeding an entire forest…