Working Class Poems

This blog was initially launched as a resource for Ron Mohring's Working Class Literature course. New poems are posted irregularly. All are welcome to share and comment on poems by and about work and the working classes. To suggest a poem for inclusion or a book for the recommended reading list, please email ron dot mohring at gmail dot com; put Working Class Poems in your subject line. Thanks.

6.02.2014

Cost and Use

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Velvet slippers, one on the sidewalk, the other, debris in a yard. A vanished woman, split in two by mesh fence. At midnight, she walked b...
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2.10.2014

Dostoevsky

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One winter the basement flooded and mice invaded the kitchen, so I laid baited traps in the lower cabinets and waited. Back then, I work...
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1.13.2014

Abandoned Farmhouse

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Why did they walk away, leaving their house alive as a dog and desperate here on its own? Maybe the Bank turned them out and the panic...
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9.09.2013

Abandoned Schoolhouse on Long Branch

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The final scholar scrawls his long Black name in aisle dust, licks the air With his tendril double tongue, Coils up in shadow of a busted...
9.02.2013

A Hunger

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(Tuam, County Galway)  The farmer comes home late from the pub his one evening free from work, and finds what he feared, the heifer sick...
8.26.2013

Marginalia

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The edges of another's work were all the space she had for her story. With grease and lamp black, a fine point, she set down her wo...
8.19.2013

Groundskeeper

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The hose man is a shy one, hands dug into pockets and hat making shadows on his all-weather radial tire face. His Lincoln is a golfcart ...
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