#AmericanWriters
Everyone loves a story. Let’s beg… We can fill it with careful rooms… with things—tables, chairs,… closed to hide tiny beds where chi… or big drawers that yawn open to r…
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…
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…
“Hill of Jews,” says one, named for a cemetery long gone."Hill of Jove," says another, and maybe Jove stalked here
The sour daylight cracks through m… “Stephan! Stephan!” The rattling… Comes on a trot, the cold tray in… Toast whitening with oleo, brown t… Yesterday’s napkins, and an opened…
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
On March 1, 1958, four deserters… August Rein, Henri Bruette, Jac… government pay station at Orleansv… confession of Dauville the other t… was given his freedom and returned…
Out of burlap sacks, out of bearin… Out of black bean and wet slate br… Out of the acids of rage, the cand… Out of creosote, gasoline, drive s… They Lion grow.
All afternoon my father drove the… between Detroit and Lansing. What… I never learned, no doubt because… though he would grab any unfamilia… and follow where it led past field…
Half an hour to dress, wide rubber… gauntlets to the elbow, a plastic… like a knight’s but with a little… that kept steaming over, and a res… to save my smoke-stained lungs. I…
My father and mother, two tiny fig… side by side, facing the clouds th… in from the Atlantic. August, '33… The whole weight of the rain to co… of all that has fallen on their ho…
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…
Still sober, César Vallejo comes… around the apartment building cove… He puts down his cane, removes his… to untangle the mess. His neighbor… wondering what’s going on. A middl…
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…
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