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After her divorce she took up with a cowboy named Wicks.

He can’t remember the last time they made love. It has become a game.

Remind the children never to use the state as a metric for ethics.

Be honest. Writing is about honesty, and articulating that honesty.

Be honest. Writing is about honesty, and articulating that honesty.

That’s how a lifetime passes, closing the wound, a million stitches.

I’m going to cut me some ham and wait for death to lace his boots.

Break me like bread. Take me apart. Strip each rib down to light.

damn it we both die anyway at different times, with different pains

She closed her mind to all familiar shapes and strained back.

Eleanor opened the door to Nick’s bedroom and felt breathless with fury.

He saw the car bearing down and gave it the finger, a snarl on his face.

“We know what can happen,” Mike says. “We choose to do this.”

The orderlies see him in the mirror and mistake it for his twin.

Ralph’s children had believed Christine was just after his money.

She confessed to Judd that she saw other men. She liked a good time.

Lynn Freed reads from her collection, The Curse of the Appropriate Man.

I arrived that evening barefoot and swathed in a sort of striped toga.

I’m always driving through the desert, on the interstate’s black river.

Their leader is a badly wounded boy in need of wounding others.

Each time he retells that morning my dad forgets I was there too.

she will unchew the dried bulbs of history, spit them at the foot of her post.

I never entered no-man’s-land by any light brighter than the palest moon.

We study your expressions, your cragged face, evidence of winds.

Before we were ornament, we were names moving in a mouth.

When you turn fifty, you have to prove to yourself you’ve got something left.

He showered, shaved, put on a clean shirt, then lay down to die.

He was shirtless and showcasing a large tattoo of the Twin Towers.

We could hear the parade three blocks before it arrived at our corner.

The summer Victor died, his dad spoke to no one but the canaries he kept.