Poems by Gary Soto
Saturday At The Canal
... Thus, A friend and I sat watching the water on Saturday, ...
Late Confession
... Monsignor, Saintly man of this child's wonderment, ...
Self-Inquiry Before the Job Interview
... Yes, I heard my fate in the drinking fountain's idiotic drivel ...
Graciela
... But enough to stain his thighs— ...
The Map
... And x’s in a mountain range that climbs ...
The Jungle Café
... “Love is chasing me up my sleeve ...
The Elements of San Joaquin
... The sky went black in the ninth hour of rolling trays, ...
Chiapas
... A child With fever, swabbed in oils ...
Teaching English from an Old Composition Book
... I raise my face to the bare bulb for a blind answer ...
The Drought
... But what continued were the wind that plucked the birds spineless ...
The Tale of Sunlight
... At noon A triangle of sunlight ...
How Things Work
... As far as I can tell, daughter, it works like this: ...
Making Money: Drought Year in Minkler, California
... 50,” Rhinehardt spat, his tongue rolling ...
After Tonight
... Because blood revolves from one lung to the next, ...
