If you wish to be a writer, write, he would say.
via The American Scholar: How Did You Become a Writer? – Brian Doyle.
I am in here.
by James WrightJust off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.And the eyes of those two Indian poniesDarken with kindness.They have come gladly out of the willowsTo welcome my friend and me.We step over the barbed wire into the pastureWhere they have been grazing all day, alone.They ripple tensely, they can … Continue reading A Blessing
We Who Are Your Closest Friends we who are your closest friends feel the time has come to tell you that every Thursday we have been meeting as a group to devise ways to keep you in perpetual uncertainty frustration discontent and torture by neither loving you as much as you want nor cutting you … Continue reading We Who Are Your Closest Friends
“Nomad Exquisite” — Wallace Stevens.
If you wish to be a writer, write, he would say.
via The American Scholar: How Did You Become a Writer? – Brian Doyle.