Jim Daniels: Garbage Picking in the Nice Neighborhoods
On Wednesday nights, my brothers and I sometimes hiked a mile or so north further from Detroit, into the stretched world of Bigger—bigger lawns, cars, houses. Some neighborhoods even had … Continue reading
June 6, 2025 · 9 Comments
Jim Daniels: My Security Question
The closet in her room
remains as she left it
clothes losing their dark
interest. Ghosts in the dust.
June 2, 2022 · 5 Comments
Jim Daniels: Strawberry
the final time I saw my mother
she was trying to find
the last strawberry on her plate
May 8, 2022 · 6 Comments