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Changing Genres

I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, jar of octopus, cuckoo’s cry.

Check In, Check Out

She’d planned to choose an adult film and lie back with him to watch.

Claddagh

I stood there, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me.

Clearwater

I would chase it to the shores of the lake where the killer waited.

Clips from Our Interview with Jennifer Egan

Audio clips of Pultizer Prize winner Jennifer Egan on her work.

Closely Watched Trains

I put out my lips, and we kissed through the newly painted fence.

Colorado Road Trip

Eszter Marosszeky and David Matheson

Contents

My mother said a woman’s handbag is more private than her body.

Couples Traveling

To enter the dust of their bedroom, to stand invisible on the plush carpet.

Couplet

Despite cell phones, they seem connected only by smoke.

Crossing Borders

Do the work. Every day. Take a step back and see if you love it.

Crossing the Island

Heat heat and the sky a flame of sapphire, even rocks blazing.

Crow on Saccharine

We boarded a ferry eager for foaming water rushing toward our feet.

Crusaders

Husk was sturdy. He just breathed like it. Not like me. My lungs rattle.

Cuba Libre

Early on, Castro learned and opposed the unfairness of things.

Cuban Customs Attempts to Confiscate Her Mangoes

Fidel narrates the home video: See the women on the beach? Beauty.

Cuban Portraits

Tonight these writers lower their eyes and silence their words.

Cutting for Stone

His beginnings, his genesis as a writer, and the fateful connections between life and art.

David Comes Home

David, I don’t know how to say this, but I didn’t think you’d make it.

Dear America

Dear America

My grandfather has a space where the tip of his thumb should be.

Dear America

He didn’t come to arrive, he came to go, and yet that didn’t matter.

Death Comes at the End

Tana Wozcjuk

Declarations

“Then I can promise to kill either of you if I ever see you again.”

Decoy Project

Atomic bomb. How could those two words be said together?

Dedication

I felt nothing, which was cool, totally cool with me. For my blood was cola.

Demoiselles

Diane Kirsten Martin

Dennis Lambert

Lambert started to cry and said he was sure there was a God.

Derby Day

I felt awful about imposing on him, but I was desperate to see the Derby.

Descending and Ascending

I saw her bed wasn’t slept in and knew—something had happened.