Poetry |
“Winn Dixie Parking Lot”
Fiction |
“The Destroyer Is Forced to Confront His Inner Hoarder” and “The Destroyer Packs Peanut Butter Sandwiches in His Daughter’s Lunch”
“Why did the Destroyer need to keep a bookmark from a long-closed bookstore or a hand-painted Russian doll that had jumped in his things and watched over him from a shelf?”
Poetry |
“Gathered At The Well”
Essay |
“Thirteen”
“When I was your age the girl I loved dumped me the night a ball went through Buckner’s legs and the Sox would lose the Series and she kissed Dave.”
Poetry |
“In Hitler’s Bathtub”
Fiction |
“Dead Reckoning”
“Some days, seeing is nothing more than a stack of ifs, a totem, bird-beat, a craggy fray, a fleck of dust that catches the eye and for a split second makes everything crystal clear.”
Poetry |
“Preamble To Forever” and “Clearcut”
Essay |
“On The Level”
“When the grass ripens, Dad mows, rakes, bales, and wraps it alone, in rotations that last throughout the summer. Sometimes he manages to hire a cousin or neighbor, but help is hard to find in hay season.”
Poetry |
“The Book”
Poetry |
“Bad Hobby”
Fiction |
“Siesta in the Cedar Tree”
“When Cecilia left at five that afternoon, walking alone through the woods, Elena ran to her mother’s room and said, ‘Cecilia has tuberculosis.’ Suddenly a fence sprang up around her …”
Interview |
A Conversation with Carl Phillips on the 100th Anniversary of the Yale Younger Poets Prize
“From the start, I had a diversity of submissions, and this seems to have been the result of my having been announced as the judge. As soon as that happened, there was a lot of conversation among writers of color and queer writers, suggesting that they felt the Yale series was becoming more open.”