Category Archives: Don Winter
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 Continue reading don winter | even the dead are growing old | 4 poems
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 Continue reading don winter | press of the real: poetry of the working class
don winter | presented by dan sheridan at working stiff press
One of small press’ finest poets –Chiron Review * Home * Free Don Winter Poetry * Free Poetry Book Reviews * Saturday Night Desperate * No Way Out But In * To Get It Cold Much more on Don Winter Continue reading don winter | presented by dan sheridan at working stiff press
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 Continue reading don winter | 3 new poems
todd moore | saturday night desperate, don winter, and the black mitten of poetry
I remember getting hit once with a baseball bat right in the middle of the back and the force of that blow spun me around toward a girl who was laughing. Sometimes a book will have that same effect on Continue reading todd moore | saturday night desperate, don winter, and the black mitten of poetry
don winter | the hamtramck hotel
don winter | lonesome town
