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In Sloane Street

Pushing by the man, he ran down the street towards the station.

In That Time

“Can’t you see Hemingway’s having breakfast with his grandson?”

In the Absence of Mentors/Monsters

“Happy? Nabokov died yesterday, we all move up a notch.”

In the Car before School

She’d do anything once, to know what it was like.

In the Region of Ice

He’s an excellent student. It’s just that . . . he thinks ideas are real.

In the Shadow of the Glen

It’s other things than the like of you would make a person afeard.

Incarnations

Bodies, moths, destroyers. Fear like finding a bullet in a snowman.

Incident with Nature, Late

I decide it’s as good a place as any to stop, pant & smell the roses—

Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl

We were alone in the world, and we had left dear ties behind us.

Inevitability

He picked up the knife I had there, and said he’d kill me if ever I told.

Interior Design and Other Poems

I realized you were my fourth love, and the system was always doomed.

Interlude at Daofu

Daofu was a cluster of lights bubbling up in the belly of a darkened plain.

Interpretation of a Painted Landscape

A landscape values people at the level that it values other things.

Invasion, Day 3

It is February in Ukraine. Juliana tells the reporter she just wants to live in her country.

Islands

My wife fell in love with a dancer. A woman. I came here to get away.

Ismail

The neighbors were Ukrainians with bad tempers and owned guns.

It Is Better to Be Remembered

At nineteen I lived for three months as an earnest cocaine addict.

It Moves the Same

I could throw one of these rocks at the moon and watch it fall.

Italy

They wrapped him in bandages from all three kits. The old man watched them.

I’m Sorry, Thank You

“You could come, too! No one’s forcing you to go to fucking China.”

Jakob Poem 4

I will leave the pills in their bottles, I will leave the bottles by my bed.

Jane

It changes nothing. It’s nasty shit, and you’ve gotta get clean.

Jane’s Story

I’d done what no woman of my race and social station had ever done.

Jayne Anne Phillips Remembers Sam Lawrence

Jayne Anne Phillips recalls her friend, the legendary Sam Lawrence.

Jayne Anne Phillips Remembers Sam Lawrence

Sam was like family. He was the angel of my writing life in every word.

Jimena

I never left my wife, and she never left me, but this isn’t exactly true.

John Barth, Undergraduate Academic Adviser

Barth looked after his students beyond anything expected of him.

John Irving at Iowa

Suddenly John was there, in slim blue jeans and a rough white shirt.

July, 2008

He says the word robbery and you don’t know if he’s asking or telling.

Jumpseat Stories

There’s something about traveling by plane. People tell their secrets.