#AmericanWriters
He said it doesn’t look good he said it looks bad in fact real… he said I counted thirty-two of th… I quit counting them I said I’m glad I wouldn’t want t…
The people who were better than us… They lived in painted houses with… Drove cars whose year and make wer… The ones worse off were sorry and… Their strange cars sat on blocks i…
On the Columbia River near Vanta… Washington, we fished for whitefis… in the winter months; my dad, Swed… Mr. Lindgren-and me. They used b… pencil-length sinkers, red, yellow…
They were in the living room. Say… goodbyes. Loss ringing in their ea… They’d been through a lot together… they couldn’t go another step. Bes… there was someone else. Tears were…
A few minutes ago, I stepped onto… of the house. From there I could… and everything that’s happened to… It was hot and still. The tide wa… No birds sang. As I leaned agains…
By the time I came around to feel… and woke up, moonlight flooded the room. My arm lay paral… propped up like an old anchor unde… your back. You were in a dream,
It’s what the kids nowadays call w… like clouds from his lips. He hope… comes along tonight, or calls to a… Help is what he’s most short on to… A storm thrashes outside. Heavy s…
Cool summer nights. Windows open. Lamps burning. Fruit in the bowl. And your head on my shoulder.
It’s August and I have not Read a book in six months except something called The Retre… by Caulaincourt. Nevertheless, I am happy
Early one Sunday morning everythi… the child’s canopy bed and vanity… the sofa, end tables and lamps, bo… of assorted books and records. We… kitchen items, a clock radio, hang…
it gets run over by a van. you find it at the side of the roa… and bury it. you feel bad about it. you feel bad personally,
This blind man, an old friend of my wife’s, he was on his way to spend the night. His wife had died. So he was visiting the dead wife’s relatives in Connecticut. He called my wife from ...
These fish have no eyes these silver fish that come to me… scattering their roe and milt in the pockets of my brain. But there’s one that comes—
So early it’s still almost dark ou… I’m near the window with coffee, and the usual early morning stuff that passes for thought. When I see the boy and his friend
Long before he thought of his own… my dad said he wanted to lie close to his parents. He missed them so after they went away. He said this enough that my mother…