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A Childhood

The horse had been beaten and flies crawled on the beat marks.

A Childhood in Four Acts

End of October, days recede quickly into night. Leaves fall in slow motion.

A Crow Flies Cleanly over the Cornstalks

The almanac tells them when the moon passes into ghost weather.

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 Kind of Thinking and Other Poems

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

A Lot Going On Up There

The hawk moves out of the way to let a little hot package of breath rise up.

A Matter of Appeal

Felicia knew why he was there. He was waiting. Waiting for her.

A Numbers Game

We are in his car. “Bell, I’m starving. Want to go for a burger or pizza?” I panic. Pizza. 285 calories per slice. Burgers. Harder to estimate.

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 Secret Space

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

A Small Hotel

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

A Small Motor

A boy watching another boy lucky gets an ache. That is a small motor.

A Summer in Between

In a way she enjoyed the slow, sad feeling of letting it go.

A Trout in the Milk

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

A Walkabout in Andrew Wyeth’s Painting and Other Poems

My bike, my skinny body, my pent breath was thrown to the grass.

A Wanderer

The tree was shaggy and it bore scars of shrapnel from the war.

A Weary Desperado

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

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

Adventures of a Would-Be Filmmaker

Since I am in my seventies, it is now or never, and I know it.

All My Friends Are Sad & Bright

We’ve seen the news. We know the story. How even our bodies hurt us.

All My Pretty Ones

The hound, the leash, the fence, the hens. So many of them.

All the Girls Are Fat in Heaven

When you are sixteen and sixty-five pounds, you are all shadows.

All the Wrecks I’ve Crawled Out Of

I was thinking sex, she was thinking sex, but neither of us made a move.

All-American Biography

Snows piling in his crying mouth. Cold gave him a light complexion.

Amazement

If everyone’s lost on the roads, you might as well fly. Enjoy your life.

Amazement

He fell to the floor and begged the gods. The gods were silent.

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