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There’s nowhere he can kiss where she hasn’t been kissed by the sun.

I’ve taken the pledge and made donations of blood to the world.

Michael McGriff

Robert Hedin

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

This is the stupid math of loving another human being.

“What’s the shittiest thing you’ve ever done to someone?” she said.

I’m from Boston, is that why I imagine Fredrick’s emotions for him?

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

If you can be seen, you can be killed. No-man’s-land is everyman’s land.

Let’s put a frog in his bed and have him feel it jump all over him.

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

Youth! Goodness! Joy! Hope! Strange things to bring to a place like this.

i silenced with my hands the loud wet thing that would not let me sleep

I turned—a peculiar triumph—as ruin succumbed to the ruin it birthed.

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

…a classmate dropped dead, his heart was attacked at thirty-three.

I walked that land with him, one and mingling, breaking into breath.

We cannot leave it to the forces to rub out the color of the world.

Why is the sun such a bad companion to the desert traveler?

She already knew that deafening silence of a call gone unanswered.

It was only a matter of time before the damp of loss grew within us like moss.

The body passing through its own fires, the hard escape of it all.

A ripple across the darker fathom, no sooner there than torn away.

You try to confess your crime of turning the world into words.

He told me that he knows a parent’s grief for a dead child.

It is cruel, this business of exile and divorce. I will not deny it.

Our cocoa is gone and our dreams are being eaten by mice.

The waves have heard of you. How you caress, how you kiss.

Noelle, somewhere symphony number two listens to you breathing.