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Tina Turner and My Father

Ike’s voice left behind on the shore as Tina plunges in again.

Tinfoil Butterfly

I found Lowell’s gun a long time ago. He’s not a genius at hiding things.

Titan

My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.

Titan

My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.

To Hart Crane

Now he chuckles with the sea, stitched within its timeless jive.

To My Seventeen-Year-Old Self

Your friends are sniffing glue from a paper bag in the back of an Impala.

To Reach Japan

Writing to you is like putting a note in a bottle, hoping it will reach Japan.

To the Dirt Which in Time Will Consume Us All

I love scientists. They’re trying their hardest. And they just want love.

To This God I Will Say

He has his hands on Nii’s throat, and this time I do not stop them.

Toastmaster

The laughter rises like the roar of a train as the men leap to their feet.

Toggling the Switch

When she gets to Lenny’s he offers her a beer and a bong hit...

Toleration

I am visited daily by unrelenting spirits evoking my accumulated flaws.

Tom Jenks on Editing The Garden of Eden

Hemingway’s The Garden of Eden was edited by Tom Jenks.

Totality

The strange man expected to be picked up by aliens during the eclipse.

Transfer Station

Definitely believe what you hear about the problems with painkillers.

Trapline

The first murder had been a half dozen years ago in a warmer city.

Treasure Island

Exit the building. Say nothing to anyone. They did. And they didn’t.

Treasure Island: The Black Spot

There lay before us a bag that gave forth, at a touch, the jingle of gold.

Triage

A dead body leaned sideways against a wall. Its eyes were open.

Triptych

One of us broke away, cooled, and died, having never fully lived.

True Believers

Buster’s reasons for looking after Marco weren’t entirely altruistic.

Trump: The Nature of His Game

Trump reminded me of the guys I grew up with on Long Island.

Trust

They all pivoted to face us, tan mannequins on a conveyor belt.

Tunnels and Walls and Other Ways of Getting There

He bound me to blind obedience, for which I’d shown a propensity.

Twenties Nouveau

Histories we spin from lust, our tongues heavy and soaked.

Twenty-One People between My Legs (and Counting)

Who needs driftwood when I can bury myself in your loamy soil.

Two Girls Bathing and Other Poems

She wears her nakedness like it has been woven from air.

Two Men

Lebanon’s sky was full of stars. The sky here doesn’t have any stars.

Two More Gallants

Professor Flacks could tell you everything about James Joyce.

Two Poems

The waves of laughters breach an inlet of cumulus and I’m excited.