#AmericanWriters
When we first moved here, pulled the trees in around us, curled our backs to the wind, no one had ever hit the moon—no one. Now our trees are safer than the s…
Once in Mexico an old man was leading on a string—was it a cat? And we saw it was a tarantula sidling along in the dust, writing a message from God for people who
Turn Over Your Hand Those lines on your palm, they can… for a hidden part of your life tha… those links can say—nobody’s voice can find so tiny a message as come…
Aristotle was a little man with eyes like a lizard, and he found a… down the midst of things, a smooth… much more important than the carve… on the coffins of the great.
We were alone one night on a long road in Montana. This was in wint… night, far to the stars. We had hi… my wife and I, and left our ride a… a crossing to go on. Tired and col…
Fog in the morning here will make some of the world far aw… and the near only a hint. But rain will feel its blind progress along… tapping to convert one boulder at…
I put my foot in cold water and hold it there: early mornings they had to wade through broken ic… to find the traps in the deep chan… with their hands, drag up the chai…
There’s a thread you follow. It g… things that change. But it doesn’t… People wonder about what you are p… You have to explain about the thre… But it is hard for others to see.
We would climb the highest dune, from there to gaze and come down: the ocean was performing; we contributed our climb. Waves leapfrogged and came
Mine was a Midwest home—you can k… Plain black hats rode the thoughts… We sang hymns in the house; the ro… The light bulb that hung in the pa… but we could read by it the names…
Anyone with quiet pace who walks a gray road in the West may hear a badger underground wher… in deep flint another time is Caught by flint and held forever,
Whispering to each handhold, “I’l… I go up the cliff in the dark. On… I loosen a rock and listen a long… till it hits, faint in the gulf, b… of the torrent almost drowns it ou…
Steel hardly known what a hint is,… all you have to do is breathe. And… will remember a touch forever. One time I asked Agnes to dance.… put up her arms—I thought of that…
The well rising without sound, the spring on a hillside, the plowshare brimming through dee… everywhere in the field— The sharp swallows in their swerve
All the Sioux were defeated. Our… got poor, but a few got richer. They fought two wars. I did not take part. No one remembers your v… or even your real name. Now