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Three Poems

A goddess was offended; her altar required my virgin blood.

Three Poems

In my head at least, you thrive, you die in this mix of ghost and gone.

Three Poems

But too much rain can translate anything to unspeakable.

Three Poems

My soul is simple; it doesn’t think. Something strange paces there now.

Three Poems

She regarded the world calmly without the filter of her suffering.

Three Poems

A memory in the drip, drip, drip of the kitchen sink that won’t stop.

Three Stages of Amazement

Charlie wasn’t Lena’s first love, but he counted on being her last.

Three Stories

I tell my sister what I didn’t tell my father, I love you. Please, don’t die.

Threshold Gods

I saw a bat in a dream and then later that week I saw a real bat.

Tiger Balm and Other Poems

I know which home takes the turning, which mind washes in hot water.

Tithing

My mother’s house was packed, painted, put up for sale—sold.

To Cicero’s Hand

They cut you off, let fall your hammered silver bracelets to the sand.

To Flee the Kingdom and Other Poems

Help me, please help me, is the beggar’s refrain on the F train today.

To Hart Crane

Now he chuckles with the sea, stitched within its timeless jive.

To Save a Butterfly

Yes, Eylon thought, he lied to Cath. Lied about his day, about the risks.

To This God I Will Say

He has his hands on Nii’s throat, and this time I do not stop them.

Toggling the Switch

When she gets to Lenny’s he offers her a beer and a bong hit...

Transfer Station

Definitely believe what you hear about the problems with painkillers.

Trapline

The first murder had been a half dozen years ago in a warmer city.

Treasure Island

Exit the building. Say nothing to anyone. They did. And they didn’t.

Treasure Island: The Black Spot

There lay before us a bag that gave forth, at a touch, the jingle of gold.

Triage

A dead body leaned sideways against a wall. Its eyes were open.

Troy

Ajax can answer all this killing only with the killing of himself.

Tuscumbia

Let him search, Tricia thought, who knew what he might discover.

Tuskers

He was alongside without preamble. Elephants are not stealthy by nature.

TWA Flight 800

“The doors are closed,” she said, and we would not be flying to Paris.

Twigs

Neither fame nor wealth could provide consolation for life’s brevity.

Two Girls Bathing and Other Poems

She wears her nakedness like it has been woven from air.

Two Poems

In that world I was a fish too eager to enter the nets; here, I’m a river.

Two Poems

The coverage of the state funeral, black horse bearing an empty saddle.