Author: Gary Snyder

Lew Welch just turned up one day, Live as you and me. “Damn, Lew” I said, “you didn’t shoot yourself […]

Snowfall in March: I sit in the white glow reading a thesis About you. Your poems, your life. The author’s […]

One afternoon the last week in April Showing Kai how to throw a hatchet One-half turn and it sticks in […]

You said, that October, In the tall dry grass by the orchard When you chose to be free, “Again someday, […]

Lay down these words Before your mind like rocks. placed solid, by hands In coice of place, set Before the […]

There are those who love to get dirty and fix things. They drink coffee at dawn, beer after work, And […]