A Childhood

The horse had been beaten and flies crawled on the beat marks.

A Country Doctor

A gravely ill man was waiting for me in a village ten miles distant.

A Dark Place

There was no sense in brushing off or any other civilized thing.

A Farmer’s Life: Xiwuqi, Inner Mongolia

For my vacation last summer, I visited the Bateer family in Xiwuqi.

A Life with Bears

I want to focus on bears. On knowing them, and on what they need.

A Lot Going On Up There

The hawk moves out of the way to let a little hot package of breath rise up.

A Winter Walk

After breakfast I set out to see what my wild neighbors have been up to.

Addendum and Other Poems

The animals are dying. All the beautiful women are dying too.

Adventures of a Would-Be Filmmaker

Since I am in my seventies, it is now or never, and I know it.

Aeneas Leaves Kansas

All night the insects’ grinding jaws chewed through the darkness.

Affliction Parish and Other Poems

He tuned the future backward as he left the ringing water to reclaim me.

All My Pretty Ones

The hound, the leash, the fence, the hens. So many of them.

All-American Biography

Snows piling in his crying mouth. Cold gave him a light complexion.

American Idol

Karen was, in that moment, nothing, emptiness. She was oblivion.

An Elegy Beginning and Ending with a Mouse

I let the baby mouse live because I cannot kill what has ears.

Anemoia and Other Poems

I want to cut loose from her each wistful sigh I hear escape her lips.

Are We Not Men?

The girl marched directly up to me, glaring, and said, “You hit my dog.”

Arpeggio Progression in Missing Key and Other Poems

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We imagined the train routes through the heart of the country.


I lost my medicine bag from back when I believed in magic.


They do good things for us, the bats. But we do not want them there.

Best Advice

Follow your dog, and you might just live to write for another day.

Best Advice

Reviewers are curs and their opinions are not to be taken seriously.

Best of Sex Writing

I am always hungry & wanting to have sex. This is a fact.

Between a Cynic and a Romantic

When a cobra eats it starts with the head, goes to the place that thinks.

Between Hospital Visiting Hours

Even glaciers have phone lines even Roquefort has its soft tufts of sweet

Bicyclette Batavus and Other Poems

what happens in all these villages after we ride through them?

Birds of a Lesser Paradise

I looked out at the busy world, and I saw nothing but its ugly bones.

Bodily Assumption and Other Poems

Find a hair in the rose bush, wrap it around a thorn until that thorn is soft.

Border Patrol

We loaded the packs and started down, into the bluing of dusk.