Posts Tagged ‘Don Winter’

Monday, January 14th, 2013

don winter | my dad’s silence

Sunday, January 9th, 2011

don winter | even the dead are growing old | 4 poems

Marcella’s Fantasy House
Nights at this place
he drank beer after beer.
His gut rolled
like a melon on the felt.
He said he could beat any of us
and mostly he was right. He played us
for quarters so he could feed
his thing for Hank and Willie
on the one juke box.
Paydays he wanted his winnings
in shots, so he could get drunk [...]

Sunday, January 9th, 2011

don winter | press of the real: poetry of the working class

Working class is
It is the vast majority of us in America “who must live by the sale of [our] labor power, and [who] have no other life sustaining forces” (Line Break 12). It is those of us who perform jobs that seem boring, routine, banal, trivial, pointless, who as sociologist George Ritzer points out, “do [...]

Thursday, July 8th, 2010

don winter | presented by dan sheridan at working stiff press

One of small press’ finest poets –Chiron Review

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Friday, October 2nd, 2009

don winter | 3 new poems

Knife’s Edge Ballet
You poor dumb bastards.
That one you’re talking about,
there, at the end of the stage,
she was beautiful once,
before the kids, before the welfare
hotels. We’d watch the house lights go down,
then come up like the rush
of blood you’re feeling now,
and the ring of the spotlight
would slip over her and she’d dance to us,
and I guess [...]