#AmericanWriters
She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an att…
We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…
The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.
Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave
I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry
Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here
We, this people, on a small and lo… Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way o… To a destination where all signs t… It is possible and imperative that…
The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that… Some people wrap their lies around… And you sit wondering
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been steep. Under a dead blue sky on a distant…
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing
When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the stre… Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always