A solitary apartment house, the la… before the boulevard ends and a du… winds its slow way out of town. On… through the dusty windows Karen be… the elegant couples walking arm in…

Iron growing in the dark, it dreams all night long and will not work. A flower that hates God, a child tearing at itself, this one

In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chic… a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds a photograp… of me up to the light, one taken 17 years ago in a high school clas…

He tells me in Bangkok he’s robbe… Because he’s white; in London bec… In Barcelona, Jew; in Paris, Ara… Everywhere and at all times, and h… He holds up seven thick little fin…

Beaten like an old hound Whimpering by the stove, I complicate the pain That smarts with promised love. The oilstove falls, the rain,

We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run away. No one walks here.

Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue wee… I walk by sedge and brown river ro… to where the old lake boats went d… All the ships are gone, the gray w… in upon itself. Even the channel’s

Two young men—you just might call… waiting for the Woodward streetcar… them downtown. Yes, they’re tired,… dirty, and happy. Happy because th… finished a short work week and if…

When the Lieutenant of the Guardi… heard the automatic go off, he tur… and took the second shot just abov… the sternum, the third tore away the right shoulder of his uniform,

I bend to the ground to catch something whispered, urgent, drifting across the ditches.

Along the strand stones, busted shells, wood scraps, bottle tops, dimpled and stainless beer cans. Something began here

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

The winter sun, golden and tired, settles on the irregular army of bottles. Outside the trucks jostle toward the open road, outside it’s Saturday afternoon,