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Thirst

Our ambition was a clawing, grasping thing. It got us out of bed.

Thirteen Months Unemployed

They are glorious pumpkin-skinned messengers. I hate them.

This Place We Call Home

Her family was still poor and hungry and scared.

Thistles

Before he started spraying he would hand her the mask to put on.

Three Poems

Let’s walk down to the river, bless the paper boats and turn it all into wine.

Three Poems

A sociopathic streak on my father’s side I try to put to good use.

Three Poems

And the starved heart starts over, writing one line at a time.

Three Poems

Is anybody out there? Nobody answered, and I felt archaic as prayer.

Three Poems

Condemned to an easy life balanced on the suffering in another land.

Three Poems

David Lee

Three Stages of Amazement

Charlie wasn’t Lena’s first love, but he counted on being her last.

Titan

My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.

Titan

My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.

Treasure Island: The Black Spot

There lay before us a bag that gave forth, at a touch, the jingle of gold.

True Believers

Buster’s reasons for looking after Marco weren’t entirely altruistic.

Trump: The Nature of His Game

Trump reminded me of the guys I grew up with on Long Island.

Trying Too Hard and Other Poems

Slice a finger while opening a beer can, fizz the gin high in tumblers.

Twigs

Neither fame nor wealth could provide consolation for life’s brevity.

Two Essays

My closet was a repository of foibles and fetishes, an archive of my life history.

Two Essays

The writer was there ahead of the world. And that was a great moment . . .

Two Gallants

He knew what those friends were worth: he knew the girls too.

Two More Gallants

Professor Flacks could tell you everything about James Joyce.

Two Poems

If life is an open vein, what’s brave about a sleeve-heart, sweetheart?

Two Poems

It’s the roll-up-your-sleeves hour, when you have to make a living.

Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen

It is the one day that is purely American. Yes, a day of celebration.

Typhoon

The world seemed newly made and filled with a frightening silence.

Uncle Peter

Craig Bueltel

Under the Pitons

Life is a dream, he thought. Something she knew and I didn’t.

Unemployed

An idea surfacing—a crack of orange teeth. As if a ceiling disappears.

Up Up and Away

I tried to cheer my brother up by reminding him all clowns die too.