niches of listless clouds waited,/ they were talking about it today:/ the boy that died, face down
niches of listless clouds waited,/ they were talking about it today:/ the boy that died, face down
Tom washed dishes where I worked while he was on work-release from the Ottumwa Residential Facility after serving 7 out of a 10 year sentence for manslaughter. Allegedly involuntary. That’s mean. It was completely involuntary, but that is beside the point.
The not so young man has a notebook. he’s drawing or making marks./ He holds up the notebook to a Chinese young man with a left leg he can’t/ bend.
You snifters and swirlers,/ Who barely even drink,/ You championship imbibers/ Seeking bottles with medals,/ I release you!
If Ann Beattie’s prose has cast a shadow of influence over following generations of writers, Raymond Chandler’s has caused a full-on eclipse
