Poetry
Broadway Avenue
East Canton, Ohio My grandmother’s house remains gray, remains past what might be recalled of it. A boy and a girl play Yahtzee! in the kitchen on a Sunday afternoon, and from the car I […]
Articles by Carl Boon
Poetry
Reader’s Digest, December 1969
Life in Hanoi. Pumpkin Pie to Make Your Mother Jealous. A Stranger in My Bedroom. What To Do with a Jar of Pennies. You will learn that a woman has stitched ten thousand quilts since […]
Poetry
My Father in Wild Pants
Because the ’70s sang. Because of becauses he couldn’t explain from the sand trap at the 17th hole at Brookside, the doctors drinking bourbon and soda in the clubhouse. I know the photographs, only, what […]
