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"gold dots of pollen flecking a sodden carpet"
"Tell old woes to leave off here"
"skin of the surface the center retains its fluidity"
"flaming smooth aftertaste, what do you say?"
Paging: How the Plains Indians Got Horses
"a ship that sails inside a spark"
"when the quiet comes except that so little sound"
"the way clouds look punchable"
"O harp and altar, of the fury fused"
"yellow Fork / From Tables in the Sky"
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"their and my impossibilities"
"Of an everywhere that the trees described"
Craft: James Wright & Leslie Marmon Silko
"Space back into space restored"
"ruderal hair, sister to this"
"looking down through glass into theirs"
"The speech of flowers and other voiceless things"
Writing Problems: Lucid Dreaming
Writing Problems: Future Tense
"the giant idea of that melting house"
"of the black-green darkness, may you forgive me"
"As armed trees frisk a windfall"
"my veins throb when it nears me in this tangle"
"I have been flickering, off, on, off, on"
"while the pigments cake in their little glass"
Writing Problems: Old Words and New Words
"Just to make something happen, to move the story"
"Its passion for water to uncloud"
"Creek water wrinkling over stones"
"above the earth toward earth"
"Huge and bright, over the black mountain"
"Then gently folded into each other—"
"Into the undercoating and slow sparks of the west"
"what the sun burns up of it, the moon puts back"
"Giving it up, like the air, to itself again"
Writing Problems: What is form in free verse?
"chestnut crosshatch iris blue rim reddened yellow tuft"
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"80-watt stars in crystal cups"
"Hay bales stacked in a field"
"A little evanescent on the rim"
Writing Problems: Things They Don't Teach you in MFA Programs
"A dirty house in a gutted world"
"the wild no quirk-thorobred notched"
"Till according to the silence all the light is gone"
"A cold rain. Quiet as a mirror"
New Class: The Art of Revision
"A latent mystery detected in sepia is quaking to its end"
"The squirming facts exceed the squamous mind"
"Secret of secret disclosed only"
"I'm purple (you can barely see me)"
"jay feathers in her tangled hair"
Writing Problems: Multiple Self States
"the shattered brain of a coast"
"So often shaken—it is the voice"
"and a horn, a tangent, leads me to rest"
"to widen instead the tube of that measure"
"Breathe on me still, star, sister"
"partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches"
"in the field goldenrod blackened"
Paging: AIDS and the Art of Living
"Why court the brink & then step back?"
"as the stony unbeliever might"
"you blanch black lurk and blood the pallid bone"
"from the wrong side of the world"
"with bat wings and the crystal"
Poetry as a Tool to Understand Our Moment
"this rooster-pull-down-morning glee"
"A deep volcanian yellow took the place"
"The central ton of every place"
"I arise and unbuild it again—"
"reach and reel and roll and reap—"
"Singing songs in whole or in part"
Writing Problems: Shifts in Time
"dreams it can descend upon itself"
"Always it's impossible what someone asks—"
"As a yell able to outyell itself"
"for control took dominion everywhere"
"Puff out the hot-air balloon now"
Writing Problems: Attachment and Detachment in Craft
"Neither describable nor bearable"
"The view of flesh, mind's muchness."
"you recognize the first white note"
"with the first beheading of the jasmine"
"low lying leaves and moist prophet eyes"
"And a green inch be his bearer"
"If they want to pull they should pull at their own pullables"
"like a good baby to breakfast"
"whatever glimmers in mirror and wineglass"
"a child of air, mint, and cello"
"This concludes the tour of the battlefield"
"each a small chimney for a twist of air"
"Because of the fragile nature of the pouch"
"To cut across the reflex of a star"
"Then re-filled with too much, I."
"the clear lymph nor the built bones"
"finer than cobweb and as elastic"
"I want world-light and this-world company"
Paging: Agnes Martin's Writings
"on the crest on each inhalation"
"I lived by silences, by hibernations"
"Too late the last express passes through the dust of gardens"
Paging: Emily Dickinson's Herbarium