I sometimes forget I’m a horse. I’m also a man dressed as a horse.
Our house sits alone out in the country, seven miles north of town.
She did not leave him for the sailor. So why should he be angry?
She flicked a bit of citrus on her tongue. Her laugh was hard and high.
On my way to the airport I hit a Christian. This was in Arkansas.
All night the insects’ grinding jaws chewed through the darkness.
So, Ida, are you a Jew or a nudist? Do you believe in Hanukkah?
I dream of snakes coming out of me and through the house to find her.
He knows what she’s seeking, and he knows she won’t find it.
A queen bobcat lives in the hollow base of a dead cypress.
He touched her bruise more softly than an elevator button.
With my son in the NICU and my wife in tears, it felt good to disobey.
I yell at the boys: “What are you doing! Are you out of your minds?”
The mistake you make with this man is, you wait around for him.
The Wolf put on a great performance, crawling around on the stage.
A plus B; a child in peril, plus love, dissolution of, equals a story.
The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen has become the saddest.
I pictured you at Bagram Airfield in a metal coffin, quiet and still.
He doesn’t have to lie about oatmeal. That’s the way things are for him.
Our hopes swirled around the act of swallowing a teaspoon of yogurt.
Divorced. Wife living with someone else. Pregnant with his child.
My mother used to cry in church seeing a child walk down the aisle.
Virginia surprises herself: she wants this warmth, wants skin and breath.
“I have a sneaking suspicion that we’re the same person,” she says.
My first girl, only sixteen year and she go, she run away to you.
“Leaving for war, Hayes wept. He didn’t just cry; he wept...”
His eyes, dark brown and unwavering as he delivered the details.
Ralph’s children had believed Christine was just after his money.
The baby in her belly is not a sibling, will never be their playmate.
The phone rang at an awkward hour, too late at night to be good news.