Nights in the barn, the clean astringence of urine steaming into the tendrils of a dungfire, the cattle sleeping their own way, and me mine, despite the puppies tied to the housepost, their lean mother snapping, the only window stuffed with straw. To keep out snakes? No. Reic shifts at watch. To block the cuckold's…
Coach discovered Danny's arm when Danny's parents were splitting up at the beginning of the season. For a while it didn't seem that Danny would be playing at all, but Coach called him at home where he was staying with his father and told him he needed his "natural curve and pretty good heat," said…
for Roy De Carava For a boy on the street in 1920 you don't need art supplies, some colored chalk for hopscotch, the pigeontoed balls of the feet. At the Guggenheim you don't figure a white dress on a black woman's wedding day is really subject matter for the Family of Man, but she enters…
I want to report to you that in my name, SUE ANN OWEN, I have found the word SNOW. I can also spell out without much trouble the animals that dare to live there, SWAN, EWE, and that old SOW, though the SNOW makes it quite cold for them. This is not to mention the…
“O Marcel,” she says to me, “O Marcel, do you know the way out of this pool? I am very tired of swimming about here.” A gale from her shoulder left me in dishabille. I was in dishabille anyway as I was just back from the kaleidoscopic society. I was just there to salute her…
Long brown fingers on the yellow keys. Fingertips pressed to silent chords, audible only to him. Ivory cool against dry skin. Again, tries; smiles. The click of hammers falling soundlessly. The old man looked up from the piano and grinned. "’I am that I am,’ the Lord God said." Woke up this mornin', blues walking…
He goes to cartoons, then to the western; in a suitcase, bound in leather, are pistols used in a duel; upstairs there is a drawing board, a table, the wine-cellar pop bottle sits on the nation's prose, the summer prose of the field. With a straw hat, and no brim, he whispers about the east,…
The sabbath morning sunlight was coaxed out with promises of wine gums and toffees. Parishioners sped by in spruced up motors: one look for city slickers and country folks. I was left alone with a precocious youngster, blue-eyed, hair greased and groomed, an obstreperous gleam flashed across his features, as if, it seemed, no invisible…
Lawn a mastodon's matted hide Roof shingles dinosaur skin From the fencepost a crow watches afternoon throttle the small white house Clouds unskeining from the maple's hands Down from his front porch The old man steps Pauses Tests his balance on a slab of light
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