The sun came up before breakfast, perfectly round and yellow, and we dressed in the soft light and shoo… our long blond curls and waited for Maid to brush them flat and pl…

Is it long as a noodle or fat as an egg? Is it lumpy like a potato or ringed like an oak or an onion and like the onion

Earth and water without form, change, or pause: as if the third day had not come, this calm norm of chaos denies the Word. One sees only a surface

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,

“Hill of Jews,” says one, named for a cemetery long gone."Hill of Jove," says another, and maybe Jove stalked here

My brother comes home from work and climbs the stairs to our room. I can hear the bed groan and his s… one by one. You can have it, he sa… The moonlight streams in the windo…

Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the d… to die. For hours I stared into a… mountain stream that fell down over speckled rocks, and then I

Three young men in dirty work clot… on their way home or to a bar in the late morning. This is not a photograph, it is a moment in the daily life of the world,

The first purple wisteria I recall from boyhood hung on a wire outside the windows of the breakfast room next door at the home of Steve Pisaris.

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…

The long lines of diesels groan toward evening carrying off the breath of the living. The face of your house

Four bright steel crosses, universal joints, plucked out of the burlap sack — “the heart of the drive train,” the book says. Stars

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…

3-foot blue cannisters of nitro along a conveyor belt, slow fish speaking the language of silence. On the roof, I in my respirator patching the asbestos gas lines

I bought a dollar and a half’s wor… took them home, boiled them in the… and ate them for dinner with a lit… Then I walked through the dried f… on the edge of town. In middle Ju…