The Water’s Chant (Philip Levine Poems)
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...
3-foot blue cannisters of nitro along a conveyor belt, slow fish speaking the language of silence. On the roof, I ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work ...
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
If you were twenty-seven and had done time for beating our ex-wife and had no dreams you remembered in the ...
Take this quiet woman, she has been standing before a polishing wheel for over three hours, and she lacks twenty ...
The magpie in the Joshua tree Has come to rest. Darkness collects, And what I cannot hear or see, Broken ...
Can you imagine the air filled with smoke? It was. The city was vanishing before noon or was it earlier ...
A man roams the streets with a basket of freestone peaches hollering, "Peaches, peaches, yellow freestone peaches for sale." My ...
This poem has a door, a locked door, and curtains drawn against the day, but at night the lights come ...
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