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Her voice smelled like an orange, though I’d never peeled an orange.

Evil Onions

Overnight, somebody had dumped a dead pit bull in the trash bin.

Exercise

forget how to count starting with your own age starting with even numbers

Fame

The person was seeing his printed face superimposed over his real one.

Far West

“The rattlesnakes glow in the dark, man. You should see them.”

Fatherland

Phuong feared that she was nothing but a regret born into flesh.

Fathers and Sons

He will, no doubt, be out of this house soon, headed over to Montgomery.

Five Poems

Elsewhere, perhaps here too, regimes stagger, a congress ends.

Five Poems

The stars begin to turn clockwise, freeing us of all consequences.

Florence, Italy

In the school smock, I looked like an angel in search of her crèche.

Florette

When he bent close to her, his balaclava glowed silvery in the dying sunlight.

For the Love of the Game

Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

Forced to Grow

We had run out of every necessity. You name it, we didn’t have it.

Four Poems

They plant whispers where shouts incinerate into hisses.

Four Poems

Through the dark, we say, through the dark: but do we ever really know?

Four Poems

What excuse did I use to pick a fight with that arrogant poet?

Four Poems

You know what you’ve come looking for you probably won’t find.

Four Poems

Imagine octopus, and keep the talk going through the chew.

Free Food for Millionaires

Her biggest secret was Jay Currie—her white American boyfriend.

Free Food for Millionaires

Here, Min Jin reads from her novel at Narrative Night, New York City.

Free Food for Millionaires

You don’t know what it’s like to be so hungry that you’d steal to eat.

Free Huey P. Newton with Every Purchase and Other Poems

At Walden Pond, Henry Thoreau clicks like on the “Wilderness” page.

Freedom

“If you love freedom so much, you shouldn’t think about going back.”

From A Red Cherry on a White-Tiled Floor

Like lions in cages, women like me dream . . . of freedom . . .

From Boshehr to the Caspian Sea

We crossed the length of Iran to reach a lake so big they called it a sea.

From Flood Song

The meeting hall of their bodies piled on lawns caked with dying birds.

From His Recent Collection, Our Story Begins

Tobias Wolff reading two stories aloud: "Say Yes" and "Her Dog."

From “A Poppy in My Hair”

At 35,000 feet, the center of heaven, in the deep Milky Way, we meet.

From “Fall Line”

I want you, you captive, delivered into each other’s territories.

from “The Last Bohemian of Avenue A”

Lie down & whisper all your careless dreams into my votive ear.