When he gets off work at Packard, they meet outside a diner on Grand Boulevard. He's tired, a bit depressed, and smelling the exhaustion on his own breath, he kisses her carefully on her left cheek. Early April, and the weather has not decided if this is spring, winter, or what. The two gaze upwards at the sky
Oct 26 2017
Fall Arts Celebration at Grand Valley State University invites you to a poetry reading and book signing that will spotlight two authentic poetic voices in Jane Hirshfield and Dan Gerber.
Jane Hirshfield has penned many collections of poetry and prose, including The Beauty, Come Thief, The Lives of the Heart, The October Palace, and Given Sugar, Given Salt. In fall 2004, she was awarded the 70th Academy Fellowship for distinguished poetic achievement by the Academy of American Poets, which is an honor formerly held by Robert Frost, Ezra Pound, William Carlos Williams and Elizabeth Bishop.
Dan Gerber, a native of Fremont, is the author of a dozen books of poetry, fiction and essays. His most recent books of poems include Particles: New & Selected Poems and Sailing through Cassiopeia.
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Leo's Tool & Die, 1950
In the early morning before the shop opens, men standing out in the yard on pine planks over the umber mud. The oil drum, squat, brooding, brimmed with metal scraps, three-armed crosses, silver shavings whitened with milky oil, drill bits bitten off. The light
A green light that comes when you never saw it coming, never heard it, felt it, but you knew it like the woman in the sandlot behind Abram's Grill who's just lost her lenses, on her hands and knees, her hair cut short but seems as if it's flowing, and the rush on her throat like a rise from birth,