#AmericanWriters
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
Dawn. First light tearing at the rough tongues of the zinnia… at the leaves of the just born. Today it will rain. On the road black cars are abandoned, but the…
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,
Something has fallen wordlessly and holds still on the black drive… You find it, like a jewel, among the empty bottles and cans where the dogs toppled the garbage…
Los Angeles hums a little tune — trucks down the coast road for Monday Market
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…
Newspaper says the boy killed by s… don’t say who. I know the mother,… gets up as usual, washes her face in cold water, and starts the coff… She stands by the window up there…
We don’t see the ocean, not ever,… when the worst heat seems to rise… of this valley, you could be walki… when suddenly the wind cools and f… you get a whiff of salt, and in th…
When my brother came home from war he carried his left arm in a black… but assured us most of it was stil… Spring was late, the trees forgot… I stood in a long line waiting for…
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a guy whose father owned a drug store that sold booze
Green fingers holding the hillside, mustard whipping in the sea winds, one blood-bright poppy breathing in
Along the strand stones, busted shells, wood scraps, bottle tops, dimpled and stainless beer cans. Something began here
The ship that took my mother to E… Eighty-three years ago was named “… She remembers trying to eat a bana… without first peeling it and seein… in the hands of a young Scot, a se…
He fears the tiger standing in his… The tiger takes its time, it smile… Like moons, the two blank eyes tug… “God help me now,” is all that he… “God help me now, how close I’ve…
Four bright steel crosses, universal joints, plucked out of the burlap sack — “the heart of the drive train,” the book says. Stars