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Reading from His Story “Screenwriter”

As soon as her grandparents left, BLAM, the dance in her died.

Reading from His Story “Screenwriter”

My first suicidal ideations occurred to me when I was ten, eleven, twelve.

Reading Hrabal

The Warsaw Pact invaded in 1968 and soon banned Hrabal’s work.

Reasonable Men

Keaton didn’t control his emotions; he put them to use.

Reckless Disregard: The Politics of Insincerity

Lust for power and money undermined their morality and common sense.

Redemption Song, Part Three

The suite cost as much as a two-pound brick of Panama Red.

Redemption Song, Part Two

I floated in the tub, my head bobbing, until I felt slick as a seal.

Reflections on How Writers Make a Living

Our culture cherishes a fantasy of a certain writerly existence.

Rehearsals

She had learned that it was easy to get Sylvi to do things.

Rein

my baba sits in a midwest garage with the hood propped open.

Repossession

Shit happens, you still have to pay up or lose it all, even if it ain’t your fault.

Return and Other Poems

Descent jumps and jostles, nausea drops me back to the floodplain.

Reynolds Price

Richard

He didn’t fall in line with our well-established porn-shop hierarchy.

River Song

Remember that innocence is risky, memory inconclusive.

Road to Somewhere Else

Kenny Wade makes do with short-term schemes and part-time work.

Romance of the Arts

I wander among my recollections of the world of letters in London.

Rooster Hour

What does it take for a woman like you to decide to do something?

Rubrics

“I’ve already submitted the course grades,” Costa said warily.

Running the Table

There was an intimacy to the sound that thrilled me.

Rupert Murdoch & Me

“Werewolf Seized in Southend!” “Man Who Made Love to Pavements!”

Sam

Richard Bausch

Satellites

The alert says Warning: Wild Exotic Animals Loose.

Saved

By the end of my trip to St. Thomas, I had discovered a reason to live.

Saving Planet Earth

The clock kept ticking, and the investors bailed out one by one.

Second First Night

She alone knew how he could be swept up, tender interior laid bare.

Selections from Angle of Yaw

Last year alone, every American choked to death on a red balloon.

Self-Portraits

If he was cheating on her, he was cheating on her paintings as well.

Self-Reliance and Other Virtues

The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks.

Selling Cigarettes

It never occurred to me that I was being sold too, standing inside my box. Basil was annoyed. All that training he’d given me going to waste on art? I’ve been selling cigarettes, I said, as if it were a credential.