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A Common Story

“I think he does not care for art; I fancy he has not even read Pushkin.”

A Dark Place

There was no sense in brushing off or any other civilized thing.

A Day at the Beach for Aphrodite

I was enraged at being alone on the outside of all that love and lust.

A Dream of Ease

I shoved them one by one, easy as pie yet with care, just shy of mercy.

A Father’s Story

Certainly the ushers who pass the baskets know me as a miser.

A Good Woman Blues

You will be a broke blues man with only some story of how you were.

A Kind of Thinking and Other Poems

Life, then, was song and purple font, imagining in words a future.

A Life with Bears

I want to focus on bears. On knowing them, and on what they need.

A Likely Story: Anniversary

Passions played among the orchids and through cherish and reveal.

A Master at Work

Man is always beginning everything anew, even in his own life.

A New Year’s Gift

He ended every year in this manner, writing and dreaming.

A Place Like This

I can see on him how things are changing for and against us.

A Portion of Your Loveliness

My daughter’s favorite game is Holocaust. She’s quite inventive.

A Sailor

She did not leave him for the sailor. So why should he be angry?

A Secret Space

Two weeks after she and Mark were married, Hannah fell in love.

A Small Blip on an Eternal Timeline

I grabbed him by the face and told him life only comes to a person once.

A Small Hotel

The allure of Mardi Gras is to feel this way: unseen and unseeable.

A Soldier’s Lover

We never really had what might be considered a normal conversation.

A Storyteller’s Story

Americans have always a kind of tenderness for cheat.

A Trout in the Milk

How much simpler and more satisfying was the company of men.

A Weary Desperado

I was convinced she’d be back in the morning, like the sun.

A Windfall

She flicked a bit of citrus on her tongue. Her laugh was hard and high.

A. Roolette? A. Roolette?

She remembers that golden ocean, the promise of a whole new land.

A. Roolette? A. Roolette?

She remembers that golden ocean, the promise of a whole new land.

Adolescence

I’ll see you on the sea, they say, but then they float past on a raft

Aeneas Leaves Kansas

All night the insects’ grinding jaws chewed through the darkness.

Affliction Parish and Other Poems

He tuned the future backward as he left the ringing water to reclaim me.

After Closing Up My Mother’s House and Other Poems

What if my mother could have been happy if I hadn’t been born?

Afternoon Happiness

Here is my aphorism of the day: Happy people are monogamous.

Agents: The Business of Writing

Art touches the soul and moves life in ways that commerce cannot. E. L. Doctorow noted that writers seem to get business ideas almost right.

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