Found 196 results for "Robert Coover"
by Robert Coover
BOTTOM half of the seventh, Brock's boy had made it through another inning unscratched, one! two! three!
by Robert Coover
Bleak horizon under a glazed sky, flat desert, clumps of sage, scrub, distant butte, lone rider.
by Robert Coover
(Cantus.) In the darkness, sofly. A whisper becoming a tone, the echo of a tone.