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The Cryptozoologist

If there was any magic in his sad life, it happened on that day.

The Decay of Lying

My own experience is that the more we study Art, the less we care for Nature.

The Divide

The students usually didn’t look up to see who was serving them.

The Dog

Each harbored a sense that a family of three was not a real family.

The Dream of Adoration and Other Poems

The goose cannot see the North but knows exactly where it lies.

The Dress

Despite seeing the other knockoffs, I hoped my dress would be perfect.

The Editor’s Relations with the Young Contributor

The danger with a young contributor is that he may be his own rival.

The Elephant Box

More and more whiskey was required to knock out the elephant.

The End of Life

He thinks with joy and conviction that the Japanese are his enemy.

The End of the World in Slow Motion

This itchy voice, this desperate chant, that begs: okay. Okay.

The Far Side of the Moment

X wants, but Y gets in the way: the equation of desire and obstacle.

The Fate of Others

“She was breakable, and I probably knew it from the start.”

The Flowers of Bermuda

“Rev. MacLean’s been stabbed in Oban,” his wife said, her voice thin.

The Food Chain

He said, every night you close the store, I watch you walk to your car.

The Fork in the Moment

We had a pact to live outside the adult world forever, and we broke it.

The Four Fists

It all started at Phillips Andover Academy when he was fourteen.

The Garden of Eden at Twenty-Five

It’s not clear that Hemingway completely knew what he was doing.

The Geometry of It All

The dean’s voice was stuck in my head. Plagiarism. Expulsion.

The Ghost of Lady Hobby

Tirelessly her arm rose and fell, till the child at last fell at her feet.

The Glory of Their Fame

Darla has come to the monument to fight against her mind.

The Goldilocks Principle

I wanted to ask what her secret was but I was too busy knitting socks.

The Governess

He could not help but take her as his wife. She was a scandal.

The Grey Dawn

Sitting beside a heap of steaming dung I felt in great poetic form.

The Harp Department in Love

She’s innocent, guilty of nothing but the need to be admired.

The Hidden Torture Cells of Bolivia

After days of torture in secret prisons, they were about to let him go.

The Internet

I’ve sinned. Cannot be saved. He was a child. Surely he went to heaven.

The Istafahan Bowl

The dark creatures are still, yet they give life to the whole mountain.

The Journey

Eavan’s death was catastrophic, leaving us all wanting more.

The Lapedo Child

The blood had been soaked up in sawdust—“this is hell.”

The Last Artist in New York

Living as the last artist in Manhattan: it’s the ultimate test of commitment.