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Gettysburg

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

Ghazals for the Body

What I want is a woman who knows all the meanings of indulgence.

Gifts of Writing and Teaching

When I walked in, the kids applauded. They were like, “The poet’s back!”

Girl from the Moon

Unnatural as a ghost; the thought rose unbidden to his mind.

Glad to Be Who They Are

What a good time we could have if we were happy to be who we are.

Go Humbly

What right does an American mutt like me have to depict in fiction the lives of a Salvadoran family?

God Forgive Me, I Like the Drama of Watching

Brain an inkblot liquor stain until the heroine blinks the coma away.

God’s Plan

The toes you step on today may be attached to the ass you kiss tomorrow.

Going Hollywood

I’ve never heard of Badgley Mischka (A person? Two people? Man?)

Golden Days

Like superstitious sports fans, we played the song night after night. Since giving birth I’d become hyperaware of death.

Good Morning

Her girlish hand the color of rich vanilla floating over the flotsam.

Good-bye

Kay Whitaker

Google This . . .

My new car cost more than my dad’s first house; I Googled it.

Gossip

Her knees seemed about to give way, and he quickly grabbed her elbow.

Grand Bay

They rise in waves, while a lone hawk remains unperturbed.

Great Falls

Walking on Canal Street, I slipped on the curb and fell on my face.

Great Plains

All of those feelings—you do not have them, they have you.

Greetings from the Desert

These days, I am less of an irony detector and more of a lyrical drone.

Grief

He loathed them most, despising their desire to get on with things.

Grinder

Brod stopped her before she could fling the latte in Marcella’s face.

Grown-Up Land

The day was beyond the reach of words like tragic and hilarious.

Guests of Gravity

Picture the thing you want most. True love? A new car? Let it go.

Guy de Maupassant

I thought how she must thrash with savage agility when she made love.

Gwendolyn, or Shame Intruding Briefly on Guilt

The barman emanated paranoia, the male customers sat introspecting.

Halcyon

Somehow my confession became a sharp knife I kept hidden in a drawer.

Hands No Longer Mine

Your life is your own and then suddenly it belongs to someone else.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Mrs. Blumenstrauss

Hello, women rising up against toxic men. I salute you. And I apologize.

Hard

She has a small solid mess of troubles she longs to upchuck.

Hardview Hotel

Rules are rules. No one comes this close, this fast. Protocol reigns.

Heart Songs

A dangerous heat came from him, the heat of some interior decay.