The Current (Raymond Carver Poem)
These fish have no eyes these silver fish that come to me in dreams, scattering their roe and milt in ...
These fish have no eyes these silver fish that come to me in dreams, scattering their roe and milt in ...
This morning was something. A little snow lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear blue sky. The ...
On the Columbia River near Vantage, Washington, we fished for whitefish in the winter months; my dad, Swede- Mr. Lindgren-and ...
So early it's still almost dark out. I'm near the window with coffee, and the usual early morning stuff that ...
It's August and I have not Read a book in six months except something called The Retreat from Moscow by ...
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