Poetry
… over the backyard’s topography, lunar with moles, the false hills that give way to the craters of their homes. I … either calmed or petrified. I must have sounded like death come singing. Billy pried apart the wire and gently fed the … to Billy while we smoked out front on the porch, trying to come down from the bunny business. Suddenly, shots slurred …
… constitute the novel’s tension. Years later, after I’d come to Chicago, I found in the stacks a small book … by Robert Mapplethorpe of nude men pressing superb bodies together. (No AIDs symptoms showing here.) The other … at the University of Idaho in Moscow. They’d married in 1926, but Janet was too ill to go with him to Moscow. She did …
… mankind, We hunger, we thirst, we are motherless, being rivals Of God; Prometheans, demons, something more than mortal, …
… the first revival of interest in his published work (he died on Feb. 9, 1979). In his last years he arranged for the … century has received a more respectful, intelligent, and comprehensive hearing than Tate. His critics have included … his Christian urges undiluted into his criticism after 1926; in his criticism Tate was always more circumspect about …
Fiction
… man on his early morning walk. Kiyoshi woke to the sudden commotion of wails and pounding feet, the heavy clang of … the corner Daily Mart. They did not talk during those meals: they did not discuss Kiyoshi’s mother’s depression, nor … so he chose to remain single, keeping busy with his studies and with track practice instead. His resoluteness had …
… of the bird I was thinking of. It was the body.” I laughed also and studied the charcoal study I was doing of the schooner and … I had just made was as close as my instincts would let me come to fooling him into talking about his wife, about whom …