American Culture · American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · National Book Award 1994 · Poetry · Pulitzer Prize 1992

James Tate

Chugging along on a wing and prayer, I stopped at the candy store and gave old Mrs. Harrington her birthday present—a fifth of bourbon. She kissed me a little more enthusiastically than I wanted, but I do know how she loves her bourbon. She smokes those little cigarillos all day long and that leaves the… Continue reading James Tate

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