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The Speed of Dark

I have studied and become intimate with the speed of darkness.

The Store in Which I Am Turned to a Widow

Outside of Ikea’s window the nighttime wind tilts like a folk song.

The Storm of the Century

She often feels something kinetic between herself and younger men.

The Story of an Hour

There would be no one to live for; she would live for herself.

The Sweater

I hold out hands, empty and poor like a beggar by the temple door.

The Third Round

If you let me live, I will buy you beer whenever I see you in town.

The Trees Named “Glowing Embers”

Little footage, this plot, where it thrived at first, then ghosted away.

The Trojan Women and Other Poems

When the snake attacked the soldier, its fangs left a violent opening.

The Truth the Dead Know

No one’s alone. Men kill for this, or for as much. And what of the dead?

The Underground

Those under us are not dead. They are dancers. We are the music.

The Vaccination

The three of us share a myth, that I’m fragile as old bones. My parents speak in low voices—about me, I’m pretty sure. I watch the waitress, trying to remember how to flirt. I take off my mask.

The Vanishing

He pushed aside a photograph of a man with a knife stuck in his eye.

The Vending Machine at the End of the World

He cut down on beer and moved into the hotel that had my name.

The Visitor

“Hey, you look lost,” the hunter had said. “You better come with me.”

The Waterwheel

The boys searched for their father, lost somewhere in the Olympic Range.

The Way the Light Reflects

Some people see the man but not the light, the field but not the varnish.

The Well Diggers

She wonders if he will be all right. She assumes he has four-wheel drive.

The West Oakland Project

West Oakland was characterized by unemployment, poverty, and blight.

The Widening

Spanish men. They whispered and whistled. It made her jumpy.

The Winterist

Owen’s head throbbed, his ears ached, and an anvil sat on his chest.

The Woman in the Rose-Colored Dress

My mother and I remained apart. My father came late to the party.

The Woman Who Turned Down a Date with a Cherry Farmer

I was dusty, my ponytail all askew and the tips of my fingers ran red.

The Women

She asked, “What’s the weirdest thing you can do with your body?”

The Word

She began to see the word, or traces of it, wherever she went.

The Writer in the Family

Who was responsible for my father not living up to expectations?

The Young Widow

What’s the harm? Will you fight even the healing powers of love?

Theater of War

Ajax killed men and then animals thinking they were men.

Then, It Was So

I waited and waited, rethinking first sentences in my sleep.

Thigh and Digression

Euclid stands in front of his lover’s door, open to the last hours of light.

Things That Don’t Keep a Lightning Bug Alive

Where my mom was wasn’t never far from the Myrtle Beach Days Inn.