Ox Cart Man By Donald Hall - Giggle Poems
When the cart is sold he sells the ox, harness and yoke, and walks home, his pockets heavy with the year’s coin for salt and taxes, and at home by fir ...
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How Things Work By Gary Soto - Giggle Poems
The tip I left For the waitress filters down Like rain, wetting the new roots of a child Perhaps, a belligerent cat that won’t let go Of a balled sock ...
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Making Money: Drought Year in Minkler, California By Gary Soto - Giggle Poems
“It’s a ’49,” Rhinehardt said, and slammed The screen door, then worked his way around The dog turds in the yard To the Buick gutted from fire—the gea ...
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The Waste Carpet By William Matthews - Giggle Poems
Soap in unsoftened water, sewage, asbestos coiled like vermicelli, Masonite shavings, a liquefied lifetime subscription to The New York Times delivere ...
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Things By Louis Simpson - Giggle Poems
And straightway I was released And sprang through an open gate.” I said, “Into a meadow?” He said, “I am impervious to irony. They say, you are merely ...
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The Campus on the Hill By W. D. Snodgrass - Giggle Poems
Up the reputable walks of old established trees They stalk, children of the nouveaux riches; chimes Of the tall Clock Tower drench their heads in bles ...
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Buick By Karl Shapiro - Giggle Poems
As a sloop with a sweep of immaculate wing on her delicate spine And a keel as steel as a root that holds in the sea as she leans, Leaning and laughin ...
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Money By Howard Nemerov - Giggle Poems
And on the other side of our nickel There is the profile of a man with long hair And a couple of feathers in the hair; we know Somehow that he is an A ...
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Manufacturing By Alan R. Shapiro - Giggle Poems
My father and uncle talking over all the goods to be received that day, the goods delivered, their two reflections in the window floating like blurry ...
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Depression Glass By Ted Kooser - Giggle Poems
It seemed those rose-pink dishes??? she kept for special company??? were always cold, brought down??? from the shelf in jingling stacks,??? the plates ...
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Song of the Two Crows By Hayden Carruth - Giggle Poems
I (if you call this painful voice by that great name) sing the poverty of my region and of the wrong end of Morrisville. You summer people will say th ...
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The Potato Eaters By Leonard E. Nathan - Giggle Poems
Sometimes, the naked taste of potato reminds me of being poor. The first bites are gratitude, the rest, contented boredom. The little kitchen still ...
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