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The First People on Mars and Other Poems

You can always tell the military folk by their even stance, their steady gaze.

The Flowers of Bermuda

“Rev. MacLean’s been stabbed in Oban,” his wife said, her voice thin.

The Free Tower

Delighted to be there, celestial together, as high as you get.

The Gambler, Part 2

Why is a duel out of the question? Men are all cocks; they should fight.

The Gentleman from San Francisco

Until now the man had not really lived, but simply existed, to be sure.

The Getaway

Loved this little portal to my past so much that I went looking for others.

The Goodbyes

The dead and alive who we will never see again but in dream or memory.

The Great Beyond

I could become something new. Improved. Like detergent.

The Great Floating Pig Barn on the Mekong

He probably should have arrested or at least reported me to someone.

The High Place I Go

My husband screws around. Not much and not often, but I know.

The High Woods

“Folks need other folks, that’s all I mean. Especially here in the Ohio.”

The Hot Country

El Presidente was no longer in a mood to see the American press.

The Istafahan Bowl

The dark creatures are still, yet they give life to the whole mountain.

The Ivory Hotel

I have three girls from my previous marriages, but she beats them all.

The keepers

It’s all that I have left of “the old country,” as my mother calls it.

The Kingdom

“With me for an uncle you don’t never need to be afraid of him, baby.”

The Lady with the Little Dog

Gurov reflected, “it wouldn’t be a bad idea to make her acquaintance.”

The Last Days of Monkey Zak: Part 1

Even if he lost her he would never disparage her, never not love her.

The Leash

He was frightened, a creature no more or less unbound by time than I am.

The Letters

The letter both pleased and disturbed her. Why did he get in touch?

The Little Weaver of Duleek Gate

It was up airly and down late with him, and the loom never standin’ still.

The Lonely

I tell her I’m a woman now, that my boobs just popped in.

The Magic Piano

Chocolate promises a happy ending. I believed in that promise.

The Manzanos

I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.

The Manzanos

I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.

The Merwin Conservancy

Merwin discovered and restored eighteen acres of abandoned land.

The Most Dangerous Book: Ulysses at One Hundred

His thoughts are never far from the erotic as he roams around Dublin.

The Mustache

“I mean it, Martín. I won’t marry a man with a bald lip, like a boy.”

The New Arrival

The child is too perfect to be human; too perfect, truthfully, to exist.

The Night I Watched My Twelve-Year-Old Brother Get Cuffed & Taken from Our Home, Tearing Up, Saying: “I Didn’t Do It!”

Of course he escaped. He would be the one. My legendary brother.