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The Diezmo, Part Two

I don’t think I was very frightened. I was simply hungry for home.

The Dilettante

It had taken Thursdale seven years to form this fine talent.

The Dishwashing Women

“You think you know me,” the girl spat back, locking eyes with Esiha.

The Distance

Decay enters us through the eyes. As always I lose focus.

The Distance Home

There’s being young and growing old, being here and being gone.

The Divorce

Some people you come across you come to love. He was one of 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 Edith Poems

When I cried the tears felt so ineffective next to the ocean.

The Elephant Box

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

The End of the World in Slow Motion

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

The Family Artist

He tossed her over his head like a ballerina, one rough hand on each hip.

The Field

The field wants to stretch the hours, wants to be empty for us.

The Fine Arts and Other Poems

Judging beauty, which is keenest, Eye or heart or mind or penis?

The First Meeting

Her lips had the scent of the first kiss, and a thirst for justice.

The Forgettable Life and Other Poems

A body must learn again how to accept the proprietorial hands of a lover.

The Forgotten One

What was he, twenty, no, twenty-two years younger than me.

The Garden

Every voice an epitaph, and then a little tune from the neighbor’s yard.

The Garden of Israel Will Never Sleep

I’d chosen three hundred boys out of the best Israel had to offer.

The Gesture of Turning a Mask Around

so this god is only wood and holes, a blank, like the moon’s unlit side.

The Girls in Their Summer Dresses

“Some men’re like that. They have to see what they’re missing.”

The Goldilocks Principle

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

The Halverson Brothers

We’ve tried, but it seems it is in the stars for us to hate each other.

The Hands That Waved Farewell

Hands that have waved farewell, sooner or later I will see them again.

The Hanged Man

Will you bless us, who are so in need of blessing? The world tires.

The Harp Department in Love

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

The Healer in the Motel

You know how good she has always been at hiding herself.

The Heart Is Oil

The mirror will flow and the heart will set like glass in the frame of his bones.

The Hidden Torture Cells of Bolivia

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

The Hill

It’s all good,” Mila says, meaning, it’s so not, her voice glass-like.