Add to ORKGA GUST of wind slipped through the paneless frame and tossed dust into my face. I coughed, spat, then looked up at the sky-splattered roof. Bad storm last week, I thought aloud. Really took the shingles
What\u27s wrong, little man? You plop along in the hot dust. Each step stirs tiny clouds of gray mis...
On either side of me the great wheels turn, Sifting the hot dry earth into the air like smoke..
When Prince starts to heave to catch his wind There isn\u27t much that you can do But climb down fro...
JIM pushed his way out of the back door as the cold March wind slammed against the North side of the...
The rain still came. The sun fought with the thick clouds, succeeding only in brightening the green ...
Sunlight slanted into the corncrib through vents in the cupola and fell across the bins below me..
An old woman, face lined with time\u27s scratches and slipping spectacles, plays the collar of her p...
Y OUR breath comes in short, quick gasps. Your tongue feels dry and swollen as you monotonously expl...
Gone the flour-sprinkled apron, the wrinkled hand Tha t soothed my moistened cheek when lightning fl...
EAT lies like a sticky hand over the little Nebraska town. The last drop of moisture has been wrung ...
The window was closed against the still summer heat. The air was heavy with expectancy. The old man ...
The rain was plopping down in curious little pats, almost nondescript they were so weak, but she was...
what i used to say was take my hand somebody that was before i stood on an apartment roof with the w...
DOMINICK walked slowly down the hot sidewalk, carefully stepping over the cracks. The heat burned th...
The wind, cold from Arctic seas, flattened like a crouching animal as it rushed in across the barren...
What\u27s wrong, little man? You plop along in the hot dust. Each step stirs tiny clouds of gray mis...
On either side of me the great wheels turn, Sifting the hot dry earth into the air like smoke..
When Prince starts to heave to catch his wind There isn\u27t much that you can do But climb down fro...
JIM pushed his way out of the back door as the cold March wind slammed against the North side of the...
The rain still came. The sun fought with the thick clouds, succeeding only in brightening the green ...
Sunlight slanted into the corncrib through vents in the cupola and fell across the bins below me..
An old woman, face lined with time\u27s scratches and slipping spectacles, plays the collar of her p...
Y OUR breath comes in short, quick gasps. Your tongue feels dry and swollen as you monotonously expl...
Gone the flour-sprinkled apron, the wrinkled hand Tha t soothed my moistened cheek when lightning fl...
EAT lies like a sticky hand over the little Nebraska town. The last drop of moisture has been wrung ...
The window was closed against the still summer heat. The air was heavy with expectancy. The old man ...
The rain was plopping down in curious little pats, almost nondescript they were so weak, but she was...
what i used to say was take my hand somebody that was before i stood on an apartment roof with the w...
DOMINICK walked slowly down the hot sidewalk, carefully stepping over the cracks. The heat burned th...
The wind, cold from Arctic seas, flattened like a crouching animal as it rushed in across the barren...
What\u27s wrong, little man? You plop along in the hot dust. Each step stirs tiny clouds of gray mis...
On either side of me the great wheels turn, Sifting the hot dry earth into the air like smoke..
When Prince starts to heave to catch his wind There isn\u27t much that you can do But climb down fro...