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The Palace of Illusions

I managed to talk sensible Alice into a little pink outfit and high heels.

The Palace of the People

Part of me wished I’d never tried heroin. The rest wanted to be high.

The Phone Rings

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

The Photographs of Your Life

I saw it on her face that day, a look like her heart would drift into the sky.

The Piece of String

“Nothing does you so much harm as being in disgrace for lying.”

The Prepper

I had to prepare. I had to be able to save us from what was coming.

The Profundities and Other Poems

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

The Reader in Quarantine

She could not remember what Past and Present stood for.

The Return

He resumed his nightly practice of writing without being able to see.

The Rickshaw Wallah

He was last in Calcutta more than fifteen years ago, for his mother’s funeral. Han Ru feels something vaguely discomfiting, followed by a surge of recognition.

The Runaways

“Now, just what brought you down all this way?” they wanted to know.

The Seventh Seal

Love cannot override what cells do in the nighttime of our bodies.

The Shape of God

I hold on to the shape of a star the way my aunts hold on to Jesus’s gown.

The Shot

His looks were Russian. He was surrounded by mystery.

The Skeletons in the Closet

How smooth their bones, like alabaster shaved from moonlight.

The Small Hours

The past, you hear it, the small hours, sucked down the undertow.

The Soup

Chase Twichell

The Spectators

Never issue a dare to a dead person. They’ve got all the time in the world.

The Story of an Hour

There would be no one to live for; she would live for herself.

The Structure of Bubbles

He was trying to seduce me with his history, which was mine as well.

The Tale of the Three Apples

The people flocked to witness the execution of Ja’afar and his kinsmen.

The Third Round

If you let me live, I will buy you beer whenever I see you in town.

The Tradition

Men like me and my brothers filmed what we planted for proof we existed.

The Truth the Dead Know

No one’s alone. Men kill for this, or for as much. And what of the dead?

The Tucson Shootings: Words and Deeds

Debra Hughes

The Underground

Those under us are not dead. They are dancers. We are the music.

The Vanishing

He pushed aside a photograph of a man with a knife stuck in his eye.

The West Oakland Project

West Oakland was characterized by unemployment, poverty, and blight.

The Widows of Whitechapel

Say what you will, a human being has the right to their own body.

The Winterist

Owen’s head throbbed, his ears ached, and an anvil sat on his chest.