by David Budbill Must we all die like the philosophy professorat the little college in Ohioforever wishing he were somewhere elseand hating himself for never having really made it, for always beingonly second place? To see the Ten Thousand Things clearly, distinctly,yet each separate from the other,and also simultaneously see each without … [Read more...] about The First, The Greatest, The Best.
David Budbill.
Alternative Views of Parenting: Two POEMS by David Budbill.
What I Heard at the Discount Department StoreDon't touch that. And stop your whining too.Stop it. I mean it. You know I do. If you don't stop, I'll give you fucking somethingto cry about right here and don't you think I won't either.So she did. She slapped him across the face.And you could hear the snap of flesh against the fleshhalf-way across the store. … [Read more...] about Alternative Views of Parenting: Two POEMS by David Budbill.
MR. RICH MAN, RICH MAN.
by David Budbill Oh, Mr. Rich Man, Rich Man Open up your heart and mind. Mr. Rich Man, Rich Man Open up your … [Read more...] about MR. RICH MAN, RICH MAN.
Grace.
by David BudbillGrace lives in a trailer on the edge of town,down along the river. She's got three kids.She had a husband, but he split.I saw a questionnaire once that she'd filled out asking if they'd volunteer at school.Here is what she said:I'd like to but I got no time.We get up at half past five, my husband and myself I meanand he is out the door by … [Read more...] about Grace.
Ghosts.
by David BudbillDangling from a branchnine feet off the groundin a Balm-of-Gileadthat stands beside the millbelow the roaddown by the riverin the center of the villageis a baby carriagewhich is the high water markfor the flood of ‘70and is why nobody has evertaken it down--a reminderof the day we were cut off.We paddled a canoe down the road to Jerry'stied up at the … [Read more...] about Ghosts.