A question posed to Flannery O'Connor, as to whether writing programs stifled writers, drew the famous, tart rejoinder that in her opinion they didn't stifle nearly enough. …
C. D. Wright
Three people drinking out of the bottle …
She was changing on the inside …
has been written in mud and butter …
the breath the trees the bridge …
a bed is left open to a mirror …
Three, no, four, that I know, married women …
Count heads. Count the men's. Count the women's. There are five …
Count your fingers …
I want to go home, Patricia whispered. …
My Dear Conflicted Reader, …
In post—World War II America there were several loosely affiliated, overlapping …
I love them all. …
Valentine's palette is mostly grey. Next comes blue (borage, cobalt, silk, robe, …
Is the woman in the pool of light …
If this is Wednesday, write Lazartigues, return library books, pick up passport form, cancel the paper. …
I back the car over a soft, large object; …
The animals are leaving …
Driving through this part of Louisiana you can pass four prisons in less than an hour. "The spirit of every age," writes Eric Schlosser, "is manifest in its public works." So this is who we are, the jailers, the jailed. This is the spirit of our age. …
Water …