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The Promised Land

She must know she was a mistake, what they call now a surprise.

The Rage of the Squat King

What would make a sane person want to watch such blood sport?

The Ravages of an Unloved Life

I wait for the one thing that will change my life to arrive in the mail.

The River

He said, You have no brother. I didn’t know what he meant. I do now.

The Saltcutter’s Wife

The pain lithified to numbness, and she recalled the time of his courtship.

The Same Inside

We talked. She was the same inside as I am, from the same kind.

The Second-Worst Rug My Father’s Ever Seen

I hear myself giving advice in my father’s voice: Take the emotion out.

The Silence Here Owns Everything

When he kisses me, my heart flutters in my chest like swarming bees.

The Sin of Height

What humanity needed was that gravity-defying miracle, the bird.

The Small Hours

The past, you hear it, the small hours, sucked down the undertow.

The Spaniel

After nearly a year of dating, I never stopped thinking of that other boy.

The Speed of Dark

I have studied and become intimate with the speed of darkness.

The Spooning and the Fork

This would not be a wooing meal. I was cooking my man into submission.

The Storm of the Century

She often feels something kinetic between herself and younger men.

The Story of a Scar

“As your brother, I ask you, how did you get that scar on your face?”

The Story of an Hour

There would be no one to live for; she would live for herself.

The Strength of Fields

He was warm that way, always tender, and maybe that’s the worst part.

The Stroke

He glowered even as a little child. Maybe because he has your bad eyes.

The Territory of Being Beautiful

Between me and the sky is a screen door and a whole mess of wind.

The Truth

I try to imagine him wanting only a Toblerone bar for his birthday.

The Truth the Dead Know

No one’s alone. Men kill for this, or for as much. And what of the dead?

The Vending Machine at the End of the World

He cut down on beer and moved into the hotel that had my name.

The Visiting Room

We spread. Kneel. We’ll come out missing parts. This we know.

The West Oakland Project

West Oakland was characterized by unemployment, poverty, and blight.

The Western Tailor

You never see Westerners, so you don’t think of them as human beings.

The White Cat

He didn’t mind, he insisted, that he loved her more than she loved him.

The Winterist

Owen’s head throbbed, his ears ached, and an anvil sat on his chest.

The Women

She asked, “What’s the weirdest thing you can do with your body?”

The Word

She began to see the word, or traces of it, wherever she went.

The Writer

He came into town with his big red pen and began revising us.