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 Father’s Story

Certainly the ushers who pass the baskets know me as a miser.

A Place for Us

Our house sits alone out in the country, seven miles north of town.

A Pot of Red Lentils

I want to remember us this way—sun streaming through the window.

Addendum and Other Poems

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

Aeneas Leaves Kansas

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

Afternoon and After

The event was an accelerator. So much matter crashed, vaporized.

Algonquin’s Legendary Editor

The excuse, of course, was that men had to support families.

All-American Biography

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

Amanda Strayhorn, Reverend’s Wife

She countered the reverence of his efforts stroke by stroke, tit for tat.

America, I Do Not Call Your Name Without Hope

Lost land, this is a song for the scars on your back, for your blistered feet.

Anemoia and Other Poems

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

At Age Ten I Escape from the Work Farm and Pursuant to Court Order, Am Recaptured in a Cincinnati Amusement Park

That’s why Mam drinks whiskey. That’s why he drinks whiskey too.

Autumn Landscape

I lift my wine flask, drunk with rivers and hills.


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

Betty of Lilyfield

A collection from San Franciscan photographers Eszter and David.

Birds of a Lesser Paradise

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

Black Sand

All these barns with their busted spidery limbs strewn over the lupine.

Blerrie Fockin’ Beautiful

When his father was out cold he tied him up, roping his arms to his sides.

Blerrie Fockin’ Beautiful

The author reads her story, a finalist in the Winter 2013 Story Contest.


“Bo? I need you to be a big boy now,” she said. “Are you ready?"


When we’re all together like this it feels like hope is a possibility.

Bruegel-Hunters in the Snow and Other Poems

I fell asleep wondering to whom the tree might have been writing.


Here’s a first, he said, some nutbag wants to dig the grave himself.


“And if you ever tell anybody what I’m about to tell you, I’ll deny it.”

By Land

Nina sang “Tell Me More and More and Then Some” on the Caddy’s radio.

By Slow Degrees

We ate and then made love, the windows open to deafening twilight.

Ca Dao

I returned to Vietnam with a tape recorder to collect ca dao.

Call It a Feeling

When and why had I begun to think about Ingrid Stoltz? She was a bitch.