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Rachel Occupies Wall Street

I reviewed the rules for myself, among them: stay in the moment.

Rae Rae

My mother hoped moving would erase the affair with a married man.

Reading His Poetry

Our crowns are made of dead hair and get swept out with the trash.

Reading His Poetry

All down my street the new fathers beat the kingness out of the kings.

Reading His Poetry

She does not know within a decade she will unload a slug into her mouth.

Reading Rilke and Other Poems

The men here don’t know where to place me, call me exotic grail.

Ready

Her sly smile was a vicious remnant of her life before Real Life began.

Reconsidering Paul Bowles

The appetite for self-surrender is nothing new in our makeup.

Red

I halt and watch a monk, under plum boughs, sweeping flitting shreds.

Red Desert Notes

Trailblazers we celebrate. Those outcasts, outliers, and outlaws.

Red Flag Warning

Pale dust clung to their skin like the lime he had thrown on the dead.

Redemption Song, Part One

Ivan rolled his eyes, and looked at the sky like someone about to be martyred.

Redwoods Up the North Coast

Those trees—each an epoch with its origin and history, rising into night.

Refinement

For a moment I had the delicious feeling of fitting in without even trying.

Refuge

“Refuge,” Nina said, tilting her head back; it was a word she learned.

Rehearsals

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

Return and Other Poems

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

Ride

Stripped we are — no mark of wealth or rank upon us. We wear our skins.

Riding the Dawg

Hemorrhages, it was thought, do not appear for no reason.

Rise the Euphrates

Rise the Euphrates, my first novel, grew out of a feverish dream.

River Song

Remember that innocence is risky, memory inconclusive.

Road’s End

The roads have come to an end now, they don’t go any farther.

Robert Burns

Any invented quotation, played with confidence, can deceive.

Rooster Hour

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

Samaritan

Throwing the El Camino into drive, he roared down the mountain road.

Sartre and Beauvoir in the Sahara

Michelle dances on his forehead like an imp, like an illness in motion.

Saved

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

School’s Out

Kids were just let out of school to spend the summer running in packs.

Sea Horse

Had he been a man, we could’ve saved his life right then and there.

Second First Night

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