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One Whose Soul the Titan Has Fashioned

You are with outsized footnotes that have tracked across the Internet.

One-Man Show

Or Else

“Jesus Christ,” Dad said, after the counselor spelled it out for him.

Ordinary Heaven

I have many dreams, I say. In my dreams I am better than myself.

Osby

He’s gonna change the way we farm around here. Make it more like India.

Other Things

The one who sold me a smuggled gun sold me smuggled bullets.

Our Fairy Stories

Loss. That word echoed in my ears as my eyes ranged around the garden.

Our Neighbors the Bells

Our neighbors the Bells are watching, watching us when we play outside.

Out Pruning

In the garden this morning, I thought for a moment I saw T’ao Ch’ien.

Out to Lunch

“Out to lunch,” she learns from an older colleague, is a euphemism.

Outside

The architect is twice my age and owns an ivy-covered house.

Outside Elko

The sedan clipped their front bumper and pitched Bill’s car into a slide.

Overdue

Mom often went to work on her days off. The library was her refuge.

Owakare: The Great Parting

The stories of terror continued well after the tsunami had passed.

Owen Hart

Owen falls. Like a dummy. Like he’s dead even before he dies.

Pain Management

I’m trying to decide if I’m too cold to be curious, when the box meows.

Pale Blue Vein

It could be our baby. Her eyebrow, its perfect arc, the pale blue vein.

Palm Court

He thought of the love that had filled the great central chamber of his life.

Paper Boats

Another girl like an origami crane, given to a reckless boy who unfolds it.

Paper Pledges

Even in death, my mother had to make things difficult for me.

Paris in the Twenties

Now he was all out of dreams, out of rage, expectations, and money too.

Pastoral

I found a lodestone & I went to the creek & I buried it in the creek bed

Patient Zero

The beasts and fowl and all manner of slithery thing can love like us.

Patisserie

Que voulez-vous? I said. Patisserie, she said and smiled. Pastry, I said. Well, that’s predictable.

Peace in Autumn

My world must not be made of brief encounters along the neat squares.

Peaches

I am almost never standing in the ocean, not that way, not anymore.

Pentimenti

Florence’s cobbled streets spoke like a broken wheel, a halfhearted inferno.

People Fall All the Time

A branch breaks and the body lands the wrong way. Snapping is easy.

People We Will Never See Again

He began singing, the words to a song that played from hidden speakers.

Perfect

He was so frail, how could your heart not break when you saw him?