Poems by William Matthews
The Snake
... The snake is the last time your spine ...
A Happy Childhood
... Victor Hugo My mother stands at the screen door, laughing ...
Left Hand Canyon
... s sometimes called, though God, like a slumlord, ...
Minuscule Things
... s signature, which has to stand, like the future, for what might ...
Sunday Alone In A Fifth Floor Apartment, Cambridge, Massachusetts
... the cloud bellies, like the rash that breaks out ...
Drizzle
... Vengeance is mine, yours, his or hers, ours, yours again ...
Nabokov’s Blues
... s mostly of his back and the small wedge of face that shows ...
On A Diet
... I give away the satisfactions of food and take ...
Eyes:
... d go on to explain, but floating in a pale ...
Morningside Heights, July
... hard between his teeth, shrilling like a teakettle ...
Mingus in Diaspora
... for all the music was in his speech: swift switches of tempo, ...
The Waste Carpet
... like a compromising note through my bedroom window&mdash ...
Men at My Father’s Funeral
... s body and praised the heart that attacked him ...
Old Records
... Furtwängler's too-fast fourth movement ...
Alcide "Slow Drag" Pavageau
... Buy a few records and think how big ...
