#AmericanWriters
Someone was calling someone; now they’ve stopped. Beyond the gl… the rose vines quiver as in a light wind, but there is none: I hear nothing. The moments pass,
We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run away. No one walks here.
The little girl won’t eat her sand… she lifts the bun and looks in, bu… coated with relish is always there… Her mother says, “Do it for mothe… Milk and relish and a hard bun tha…
Take this quiet woman, she has bee… standing before a polishing wheel for over three hours, and she lack… twenty minutes before she can take a lunch break. Is she a woman?
All the way on the road to Gary he could see where the sky shone just out of reach
When he gets off work at Packard,… outside a diner on Grand Boulevar… a bit depressed, and smelling the… on his own breath, he kisses her c… on her left cheek. Early April, a…
A good man is seized by the police and spirited away. Months later someone brags that he shot him onc… through the back of the head with a Walther 7.65, and his life
We stand in the rain in a long lin… waiting at Ford Highland Park. F… You know what work is—if you’re old enough to read this you know w… work is, although you may not do i…
I walk among the rows of bowed hea… the children are sleeping through… so as to be ready for what is ahea… the monumental boredom of junior h… and the rush forward tearing their…
Dawn coming in over the fields of darkness takes me by surprise and I look up from my solitary roa… pleased not to be alone, the birds now choiring from the orange grove…
In the early morning before the sh… opens, men standing out in the yar… on pine planks over the umber mud. The oil drum, squat, brooding, bri… with metal scraps, three-armed cro…
Everyone comes back here to die as I will soon. The place feels r… since it’s half dead to begin with… Even on a rare morning of rain, like this morning, with the low sk…
The alder shudders in the April w… off the moon. No one is awake and… sunlight streams across the hundred still beds of the public wards
Shake out my pockets! Harken to t… Of that calm voice that makes no s… Take of me all you can; my average… May make amends for this, my low e… But do not shake, Green Thumb, as…
The day comes slowly in the railya… behind the ice factory. It broods… one cinder after another until eac… glows like lead or the eye of a do… possessed of no inner fire, the br…