Tag: Bill Michelmore
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In the grip of loneliness, be Beowulf
Loneliness is a bully. It’s like a thug in the street. It coldcocks you. It kicks you when you’re down. If you don’t fight back, it can kill you.
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The Heat of Battle
“All these years,” she said, “I wanted to kill the americanos who did this to my little boy. Then I read your story and it moved my heart. And now I meet you and you are a fine man.”
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Perce and Isabel
PERCE NEZ drove from Fargo to Key Largo. Perce was a poet. In the phone book he was an Indian. He wore his long black hair in a ponytail. He built fences for farmers in North Dakota. Dug the holes, laid out the wire, strung it together, tight as violin strings. He carried a pair…
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Me, Sue and Blue
I don’t know which was worse: losing my girl or my white‐over‐blue Monte Carlo. My friends in the Midwest had warned me about New York. “You’re crazy going there without job,” they said. “New York will chew you up and spit you out.”
Mary Saves the Day 