#Americans #PulitzerPrize
They have set aside their black ti… scratched and dented, spattered with drops of pink and b… and their dried-up, rolled-up tube… of alizarin crimson, chrome green,
In the clinic, a sun-bleached shel… on the shore of the city, you ente… the last small chamber, a little c… chastened with pearl, cool, white,… and over the chilly well of the to…
They’re on their way to Goodwill in Destiny’s old cardboard carton, the flaps folded inside, lending i… scuffed shoulders a look of author… the box knowing the route, the sho…
Circling above us, their wingtips fanned like fingers, it is as if they wer… one of those tissue-paper sewing p… over the pale blue fabric of the a…
The gravel road rides with a slow… over the fields, the telephone lin… streaming behind, its billow of du… full of the sparks of redwing blac… On either side, those dear old lad…
On a parking lot staircase I met two fine-looking men descending, both in slacks and dress shirts, neckties much alike, one of the men
Seventy years ago I made a pair o… from six-foot two-by-twos, with bl… to stand on nailed a foot from the… If I was to learn to walk on stil… them red and I had to wait almost…
It’s a kitchen. Its curtains fill with a morning light so bright you can’t see beyond its windows into the afternoon. A kitchen falling through time with its thin…
This is the tiny moth who lives on… who drinks like a deer at the glea… at the edge of the sleeper’s eye,… of its mouth as light as a cloud’s… In your dream, a moonlit figure ap…
You lie in your bed and sigh, and the springs deep in the mattre… sing out with the same low note, mocking your sadness. It’s hard— not the mattress, but life.
In her eighties now, and weak and… with emphysema, my aunt sends me a birthday card-a tossing ocean with clipper ship-and wishes me we… at forty-four. She’s included
She had turned her face up into a rain of light, and came on smili… The light trickled down her forehe… and into her eyes. It ran down into the neck of her sweatshirt
It seemed those rose-pink dishes she kept for special company were always cold, brought down from the shelf in jingling stacks, the plates like the panes of ice
What once was meant to be a statem… a dripping dagger held in the fist of a shuddering heart—is now just… on a bony old shoulder, the spot where vanity once punched him hard
I have seen the Brown Recluse Sp… run with a net in her hand, or rat… what resembled a net, what resembl… a hand. She ran down the gleaming… of the bathtub, trailing a frail s…