Not all his children love themselves. Look at little Adrienne.
I make peas and argue with a wall. Something gets stuck like that.
The best writers talk a story the way they put it down on the page.
He fell to the floor and begged the gods. The gods were silent.
Charlie wasn’t Lena’s first love, but he counted on being her last.
If it were fiction, calling the place Newtown would be too much.
The new generation doesn’t play war, which is a shame; they text.
Rise the Euphrates, my first novel, grew out of a feverish dream.
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Lust was just a frenzy of activity that had mostly led Benny in circles.
I’ve wavered in confidence, but never on whether I was going to write.
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Her bra is black, her breasts full and white. There is too much flesh.
Love is the difference between a full life and an empty one.
We’d never had a cross word, but I’d never corrected him.
I put my arm around Larry’s shoulders and ask him to pull over.
She pulls quickly on her cigarette and blows it at me through the phone.
I tell my sister what I didn’t tell my father, I love you. Please, don’t die.
Walking on Canal Street, I slipped on the curb and fell on my face.
The graffiti suggests the most essential story of New Haven.
What I want is a woman who knows all the meanings of indulgence.
His mother wasn’t there to meet him at his stop. She never was.
Someone’s walk is pretty much who they are, from the beginning.
If you play, decide three things: the rules, stakes, and quitting time.
She’d planned to choose an adult film and lie back with him to watch.
Mr. Holt had grown old since Beverly last saw him. He looked weary.
He’d always wanted to kiss her thigh dimples but never dared.
It was hard to know what memories or images had marked him.
I miss sex. I really liked it, and I was good at it, if I do say so myself.
No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.
i was a wild thing down by the river, quiet like wild things are.
There was no sense in brushing off or any other civilized thing.
This is what he must have felt when she told him about her affair.
She holds the shirt to her face and inhales. With a start she pulls away.
She alone knew how he could be swept up, tender interior laid bare.
The waves have heard of you. How you caress, how you kiss.
Show me your darkness, your nothing-to-see and everything to touch.
For a month after 9/11 Bella wept through all her appointments.
I like to think of love as something that one should keep feeding, like a fire.
We pushed through the doors, back into the audition, among the lithe adults.
A wildness and all the ways I could never be classy enough for pearls.
I’m mourning in the armpits of a lover we once called a family friend.
Design a way to kill those rats, and do it now, Fiori, do it now.
It is here I learn the speech of men. The speechless guilt of every swig.
We have harvested nothing more than the stench of middle age.
He smelled like the bars my mother took me to in the middle of the day.