#AmericanWriters
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.
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…
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…
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…
If you were twenty-seven and had done time for beating our ex-wife and had no dreams you remembered in the morning, you might
Four bright steel crosses, universal joints, plucked out of the burlap sack — “the heart of the drive train,” the book says. Stars
Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas p… the yellowing ash, all the trees are gone, and I was older than all of them. I am older than the m… than the stars that fill my plate,
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…
Can you imagine the air filled wit… It was. The city was vanishing be… or was it earlier than that? I can… the light came from nowhere and we… This was years ago, before you wer…
People sit numbly at the counter waiting for breakfast or service. Today it’s Hartford, Connecticut more than twenty-five years after the last death of Wallace Stevens…
This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray starlings on the winter lawn and the buds of next year’s oranges alongside
The last of day gathers in the yellow parlor and drifts like fine dust across the face of the gilt-framed mirror
It has been raining now since long before dawn, and the windows of the Arab coffee house of Delra… are steamed over and no one looks in or out. If I were on my way
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…
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…