The midnight air was swelling with talk. There was nothing but talk, the city of Denver paralyzed with the fear of bullets, death, and an act of barbarity it has not known since. The talk blossom
The last live cicada I saw suffered the agony of my shoe. Rack up another bad memory. It was an accident. I had to slide into my car, so as I crushed it, unaware that it was flitting around my car
The sounds you don't hear this January night are two, three, perhaps four basketballs bouncing in an empty high school gym and the voices of several players breaking down their game. It's late
"Take this message to my brother/You can find him everywhere..." -- "Takin' It to the Streets" (The Doobie Brothers) I'm looking out of the window of a fourth-floor hospice room on thi
If, like Yusef, one American soldier embedded
in the blast of a sandstorm
carries even one page of poetry in a breast pocket,
it would lean against his heart.
Words nudging gun ammo, the smalles
In the evening heat and humidity of summer 1963, in an experimental suburb called Greenhills, a teen-ager's body lies slumped in the corner of a small, fenced backyard. Many who live in the sm
The man owns a belt buckle alone that's as large as a Holy Bible. He keeps it on a mantle at home in Batesville, Ind. It would cut up his midsection if he wore it to ride horses. The buckle was gi
Enter the novelist, Dallas Wiebe, professor emeritus at the University of Cincinnati. A faculty member in the Department of English from 1963 to 1995, his two novels, three books of short storie
Cincinnati native Nikki Giovanni, whose books of poetry have been targets of censorship, will read and discuss her work as part of "Free People Read Freely," two events helping to celebrate Int