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Ghost Writer

A clumsy coyote descends an old hill of garbage. Death is visiting.

Gifts for a Beautiful Body and Other Poems

Perhaps the only way to see a whole body is to see one coming out of you.

Girl from the Moon

Unnatural as a ghost; the thought rose unbidden to his mind.

Given Such Options

She couldn’t have carried knowledge their kind would soon be extinct. The sediment came when it did, sealing them in their varied positions.

Good-bye

Kay Whitaker

Google This . . .

My new car cost more than my dad’s first house; I Googled it.

Grace

Hard to know what a prisoner believes, what the guard presumes.

Grave Clothes

I wonder why I feel bound to the gray-dry skin of you, the barrenness of feet.

Grief

He loathed them most, despising their desire to get on with things.

Grief

Grown-Up Land

The day was beyond the reach of words like tragic and hilarious.

Guest of the Lacuna

A family becomes fossilized—a darker crosshatch etched in hard sand.

Guests of Gravity

Picture the thing you want most. True love? A new car? Let it go.

Hands No Longer Mine

Your life is your own and then suddenly it belongs to someone else.

happy hour

Come winter, they go to the funeral early & count the living.

Her Own Heart Within Her

The Morgan nosed her for another carrot. She petted his neck. She had loved to canter.

Here on Earth, 1994

My stepfather has gone out with a blanket to place over a doe’s body.

Hereafter

The problem, as it turned out, is: Forever can be surprisingly short.

Herefrom

Stocking shelves, like serving, is a job that will not let go of your mind.

Hidalga

I remember the sun on the mountain like a trembling drop of lava. When the lasso dancers were done, they kicked away like wild colts.

Hitler’s Bathtub

They found her where such girls are found. A Manhattan street.

Honeymoon

He could not stop marveling at the velvet quality of
her skin.

Honeymoon

The palm’s outline shimmied in the sunlight against the aqua curtain.

Hospital

Life has never been in remission or rehabilitation. Life doesn’t sing.

Houseboys

Any white man without a servant was presumed to be in need of help.

How Do We Bury the Dead

How do we bury
the dead stacking up against our picture window?

How to Live in an American Town

You are the only one who knows not to pour water on the flame.

How to Read a Poem

My advice would be not to trust. The ocean is just the ocean until I say otherwise.

How We Handle Pain

How We Handle Pain

Lily hated Ray’s cancer. She couldn’t see it or cure it.