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The letter both pleased and disturbed her. Why did he get in touch?

It was up airly and down late with him, and the loom never standin’ still.

He cannot imagine the shape his life would take without her.

The sense of power that flights of temper evoke will betray you.

Our camera pans along the porch, and we see each praying woman.

It was on a mid-June morning that the stranger first called.

A coldness bumped a last kiss upon my cheek, a good-bye kiss sliding across.

This is not deception. This is a subtle way of conditioning.

How shocking it was to discover these real things were not real.

Marriage changes passion. Suddenly you’re in bed with
a relative.

Sometimes a you is a lover, but he is not my lover. He is looking at me.

The face of love is a poem I am writing in an air-conditioned room.

Jane’s made it clear, this Renuka might not even become a doctor.

Your mother still glows with a smoothness that you envy.

Ron Carlson

This storm scares me. A foreign climate occupies the land.

I hadn’t even tried. I was one of the few kids D.A.R.E. had worked on.

He only told the world what the world wanted to hear from a guy who graduated from Harvard.

Derek was holding a gun. The barrel was pointed at his own temple.

Kitty reached the age of twenty-five and was still unmarried.

Just before four in the morning, the dog barks, the headlights appear.

Mafia didn’t like me, except for the tickling game. It went like this.

She is eight years old and doesn’t recognize the word divorce.

It had been four weeks and five days since she confronted him.

On her sixty-second birthday Marge Olson got a call, not a gift.

Once she had loved him. When had she stopped? She did not know.

The little door would appear in my mind’s eye, except that now it was ajar.

He’ll probably try to get her in the sack, just to stay in practice.

Stop her there, on the bank of knowingness, just before spring.

She must know she was a mistake, what they call now a surprise.