There’s a brother who sits over on North University. Looks like James Baldwin in a do-rag. Sings. Is he homeless? People give him money
Maria and John lost Ned on a Saturday.
Like a flock of dispossessed in a city of converts, we found our way to the Shamrock where the bikers congregated to play pool.
One Small Magazine’s Fight for the Indian Mind
In Iowa City, the restaurant where I worked on the weekend, I befriended another waitress, blond & blue-eyed,
He lost his religion in church. Twelve years old and Nimi knew there was no God. His mother had left them by then, just like his father, though she had left for a better reason.
Why I thought I needed to rent a third-floor attic.Why I thought one mattress on the floor, a desk, a vanity
