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Polyamory

Cory only hires stoners so he has something on them if they try blackmail.

Portrait of a Child with Fruit and Rot

You’ll learn to love the spoil, the apple’s softest flesh, the bruise.

Portrait of the Cartoonist as a Woman

My mother taught me to rebel within the boundaries of acceptability.

Poser

Art is a way for the mind to master the body, even if it is not one’s own.

Preparing the Body for Viewing

A real or imagined boundary, crossed. End of the line. Lined out.

Primal

To me, the very point of cooking is to wildly praise what’s wild.

Prime Green

A world of adventure awaited, a world of beautiful, available women.

Prime Green

We would just roll down the old biology road like all the other suckers.

Pryor

He smelled like the bars my mother took me to in the middle of the day.

Publishing in the Digital Age

There’s this cool magazine online. They let people read it for free.

Publishing Partners: The First Eight Books, 1970–1985

They don’t dance but simply monitor our movements, like bodyguards.

Punctures, Wounds

She looks at them through eyes flattened by a confused life.

Quitter

“I’m sorry,” I wrote, “but I have to go back to the bookstore.” My only plan was to plead for my old job back. To my surprise, it worked. The law was safe; the law was my father. I decided to go to law school.

Ranch Album

We’ve seen a lot of smaller ranches bought up by outside money.

Reader in a Rush

Have you no one else to talk to? Your life is really that empty?

Reading from His Story “Screenwriter”

As soon as her grandparents left, BLAM, the dance in her died.

Reading from His Story “Screenwriter”

My first suicidal ideations occurred to me when I was ten, eleven, twelve.

Reading Hrabal

The Warsaw Pact invaded in 1968 and soon banned Hrabal’s work.

Reasonable Men

Keaton didn’t control his emotions; he put them to use.

Reckless Disregard: The Politics of Insincerity

Lust for power and money undermined their morality and common sense.

Redemption Song, Part Three

The suite cost as much as a two-pound brick of Panama Red.

Redemption Song, Part Two

I floated in the tub, my head bobbing, until I felt slick as a seal.

Reflections on How Writers Make a Living

Our culture cherishes a fantasy of a certain writerly existence.

Rehearsals

She had learned that it was easy to get Sylvi to do things.

Rein

my baba sits in a midwest garage with the hood propped open.

Repossession

Shit happens, you still have to pay up or lose it all, even if it ain’t your fault.

Return and Other Poems

Descent jumps and jostles, nausea drops me back to the floodplain.

Reynolds Price

Richard

He didn’t fall in line with our well-established porn-shop hierarchy.

River Song

Remember that innocence is risky, memory inconclusive.