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

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