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Gopher Prairie

She was here. She could not go on. It was the end—the end of the world.

Great Falls

Walking on Canal Street, I slipped on the curb and fell on my face.

Great Plains

All of those feelings—you do not have them, they have you.

Greetings from the Desert

These days, I am less of an irony detector and more of a lyrical drone.

Grief

Halcyon

Somehow my confession became a sharp knife I kept hidden in a drawer.

Handsome Jack and the Senator

He shot a spear into a boom timber and pulled the boat to it.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Mrs. Blumenstrauss

Hello, women rising up against toxic men. I salute you. And I apologize.

He Has Gone to Be with the Women

Some people are so beautiful, they belong everywhere they go.

Heart’s Desire

Children were driven by deep yearnings that should be satisfied.

Heat

You’ve trained me well in the art of intimate distance. It’s not been easy.

Her Lazy-Brained Boy

The world is a riddle of shape and texture, from sight to smell to sound.

Her Lover

I saw her drunk, with bleary eyes, tousled hair, and a hideous grin.

Here, on the Frontier of Promise and Other Poems

I want to step out into sun to scintillate for waves to come and spray.

Hermes in West Hollywood

He tries to appear slight in his leather jacket and turbulent jeans.

Hey EV

The car is only a couple years old, but its memory taps into the past.

Hidalga

I remember the sun on the mountain like a trembling drop of lava. When the lasso dancers were done, they kicked away like wild colts.

Hidden Dangers of Camping

“Well, it’s a dark world, Suzanne. She’s old enough to know that.”

Higher Authority

That piece of flesh you’re with is a high school student, a minor.

Hiking at Bee Rock

The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen has become the saddest.

Hispaniola

You mixed a drink of sugar, rum, brackish debris. The ice was finite.

Ho, Beefalo!

The specimen, a man oblivious, is beautiful to behold, perfect, enough.

Home Help

It dawned on me my passion was not for her but for the making-up.

Homecoming

I walk over to her for what seems to be an eternity. “May I have this dance?”

Hometown Nocturne and Other Poems

What is greater: the distance between these bodies, or their need?

Homily and Other Poems

Here lies the girl difficult to discern. Here lies the girl misanthropic.

Honey Buns and Cream Soda in the Stairwell

Her wide and vicious mouth blossomed into a savage smile.

Honeymoon

He could not stop marveling at the velvet quality of
her skin.

Honeymoon

The palm’s outline shimmied in the sunlight against the aqua curtain.

Hop-On Hop-Off

I saw the man for the first time in Budapest on the Széchenyi Bridge.