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The Arms of Saturday Night

“were all here pregaming. at my dads apt. Wher the duck are u.”

The Arrest

No one answered. I turned to his parents. My stomach felt on fire.

The Aspern Papers

“I am not in the least fond of Venice. I should like to go far away!”

The Awakening

For the first time in her life she stood naked in the open air.

The Beginnings of a Storm

It’s a mistake to be here, he thinks, but he doesn’t turn around.

The Beloved Boots of My Old Master‚ Pim

Sue Williams tells a pitch-perfect story outloud, about devotion.

The Best of Death

“I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”

The Black Hole

When I meet his gaze, he’s frowning, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. When saw the fury in his eyes, I thought he was going to kill him.

The Brother

He held a screwdriver to the fleshy underside of Peggy’s neck.

The Brute

I open the gift: a small ocelot, its mouth a cave, pearl teeth waiting.

The Call of the One Duck Flying South

If you didn’t listen you would think it was a cry for help or sympathy.

The Chief Inspector’s Daughter

I am drawn to these victims because I was there the night they were killed.

The Children and Other Poems

Some women have all the tit out hip out flat of the hand & tone of voice.

The Church of Abundant Life

“Ki-Tae the famous pastor,” Jae says to her. “Can you believe life.”

The Cigarette Garden

Of late a graduate student named Cassius has joined our ranks.

The Clicking of Cuthbert

The division of the community had become more marked than ever.

The Clock of Paradise

The cottage stood as a metaphor for what she wanted out of life.

The Comfort Zone

It was as if my dead husband was flowing within me now, like blood.

The Coming of Gowf

The King’s affair was supposed to be a secret. But you know how it is.

The Couple Who Fell to Earth

We went flying without a map as naked astronauts often do.

The Crossing

The underworld reached out for your hand and found payment.

The Damn Pin Cracked

His mind was a glass vase shat-
tered into pieces across the floor.

The Day Has Finished Waiting

The day holds a cup of milk and sits on the couch, legs tucked up.

The Death of Prince Andrei

“I can’t die, I don’t want to die, I love life,” Prince Andrei thought.

The Delinquents

You don’t feel anything when they cut you, not at first, just the blood.

The Diezmo, Part Three

In exchange for our labor, we would each be given a new set of clothes.

The Dilettante

It had taken Thursdale seven years to form this fine talent.

The Distance

Decay enters us through the eyes. As always I lose focus.

The Distance Home

There’s being young and growing old, being here and being gone.

The Dream of Adoration and Other Poems

The goose cannot see the North but knows exactly where it lies.