Enjoys Being Held

I’ve made a rigorous effort. But it’s been hard, this hug embargo.

Evil Onions

Overnight, somebody had dumped a dead pit bull in the trash bin.


Sue Mell


The person was seeing his printed face superimposed over his real one.

Famous Fathers

I put my arm around Larry’s shoulders and ask him to pull over.

Famous Fathers and Other Stories


Clayton always imagined getting laid in the rooms of his dad’s motel.

Fat City

Was this where he would grow old? Would it all end in a room like this?

Fathers and Sons

He will, no doubt, be out of this house soon, headed over to Montgomery.

Film Studies

He told his father he wanted to make art pictures, not lousy mobster stuff.

Firefighters’ Visit Leads to Fire

There’s anger in the sound of a V-8 engine that puts me at ease.

Fisher Cat

The social-media world was ablaze with his daughter’s bagunça.

Fisherman’s Daughter

Fishing with Dad guaranteed two days of just us and made me special.

Flightless (The String)

he has come to write like nervous wasps in my mind like a grocery list.

For the Love of the Game

Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

Forced to Grow

We had run out of every necessity. You name it, we didn’t have it.

Fort Pierce, Florida

“You look like you’re about to fall over,” he says. “Are you all right?”

Four Poems

Michael McGriff

Four Poems

Even the busiest of businessmen are out for the count, paying the price.

Free Food for Millionaires

Her biggest secret was Jay Currie — her white American boyfriend.

Free Food for Millionaires

Here, Min Jin reads from her novel at Narrative Night, New York City.

Free Food for Millionaires

You don’t know what it’s like to be so hungry that you’d steal to eat.

From A to Z

Youth! Goodness! Joy! Hope! Strange things to bring to a place like this.

From “An Essay on Criticism”

’Tis with our judgments as our watches, none go just alike.

From “Doppler Elegies”

Why am I always asleep in your poems? Look at me Ben, when am I.

from “The Last Bohemian of Avenue A”

Lie down & whisper all your careless dreams into my votive ear.


Gerard sat in the shadow, watching his son steal about like a thief.

Gail Godwin

Gail Godwin


I wish I could tell him he’s not going to hell. It would be so freeing for him.


No matter how much money there is, it can always just drain away.