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A Son of Baghdad

For me, Selweh was the real magic. She was nothing like my mother.

A Storyteller’s Story

Americans have always a kind of tenderness for cheat.

A Taste for Lionfish

Three months is a long time to be away from the person you love.

A Theory and Other Poems

I have, in the long solitude of my body, asked for something else.

A Trick of the Light

My desire to be in sync with him had nearly been my undoing.

A Trout in the Milk

How much simpler and more satisfying was the company of men.

A Weary Desperado

I was convinced she’d be back in the morning, like the sun.

A Wedding Story

The chocolate was old, dusty white, the way chocolate gets after many years.

A Windfall

She flicked a bit of citrus on her tongue. Her laugh was hard and high.

A. Roolette? A. Roolette?

She remembers that golden ocean, the promise of a whole new land.

A. Roolette? A. Roolette?

She remembers that golden ocean, the promise of a whole new land.

About Suffering and Other Poems

How much, I thought, such stolid suffering resembles love. Planets don’t change direction as easily as love.

Adam’s Curse

To articulate sweet sounds together is to work harder than all these.

Adolescence

I’ll see you on the sea, they say, but then they float past on a raft

Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams.

Aeneas Leaves Kansas

All night the insects’ grinding jaws chewed through the darkness.

Affliction Parish and Other Poems

He tuned the future backward as he left the ringing water to reclaim me.

After

L comes over & we walk turns around the block—this is what we’re allowed.

After Closing Up My Mother’s House and Other Poems

What if my mother could have been happy if I hadn’t been born?

After Nazim Hikmet’s “Things I Didn’t Know I Loved”

I never knew that the song of the first summer cicadas could ease my hips

After the Shooting

At the memorial service, I could barely hear the student read.

Afternoon Happiness

Here is my aphorism of the day: Happy people are monogamous.

Afterword

Death is a lack, I suppose, and love more so. But I will not falter.

Agents: The Business of Writing

Art touches the soul and moves life in ways that commerce cannot. E. L. Doctorow noted that writers seem to get business ideas almost right.

All Color

We will use my entire bed and all my dishes, make dirty each chair.

All on My Own I’m Happy

I’m happy in the unmapped landscape inside the bottle.

Alluvium

He longed only for Claire’s strange seriousness, her silent focus.

Alturas

I couldn’t love the tree in every soul shouldering its own tiny autumn.

Am Looking For

Desperately, children: I am in desperate need for desperate need.

Amazed

My father made me watch softball on ESPN 2 to help me stay alive.