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Every Good Marriage Begins in Tears

To be married is to learn to love, captive in your own new country.

Everything All the Time

Everything comes down to the lightning. Nothing is ever by chance.

Everything Bagel

It’s like listening to the snow falling before sticking out your tongue.

Exaggerated Honey and Other Poems

There is the ghost of a child in me. It longs to die, so afraid of living.

Facts about Deer and Other Poems

I dream we ride together in a Subaru to the county fair.

Faithless

She leaned back to accommodate the sweet delirium of his hands.

Falling in Love

By Wednesday morning I’d fallen in love with someone else.

Famous Fathers

I put my arm around Larry’s shoulders and ask him to pull over.

Famous Fathers and Other Stories

Fare Thee Well

Having his ex-wife in the house was a distraction. He forgot to grieve.

Farm-in-a-Day

Clayton always imagined getting laid in the rooms of his dad’s motel.

Father’s Song

My daughter cried her tears; I held some ice against her lip.

Feeding the Lions

If someone looked into his eyes they would see how ugly his mind was.

Field Guide

There, in the courtyard, a man might sit and call himself your friend.

Fifteen

He hit all of us sometimes, but he hit me hardest and the most.

Fifteen Dogs

We serve them far more than they serve us. Service animals, we all are.

Filthy Little Things

The moths were the things that invaded, like a bad man’s touch.

Find and Replace

Ann Beattie in a wonderful reading of her story “Find and Replace."

First Epistle of Lucia to Her Old Boyfriends

I blush whenever that room in Ensenada comes to mind.

First Law of Thermodynamics and Other Poems

I’d have guessed the winter this way, every bitter plum already singing.

First Love

The jealous Othello, ready for murder, was transformed into a school-boy.

First Love

Theirs was a free fall that went on and on. If it’s time to fall, let’s fall.

First Love, Last Love

I’m alive, Sarah thinks, the slam of his look going all the way in.

First Night of Shiva, 11/6/2024

The smell of death, once it gets inside your nose, is unmistakable.

Fisher Cat

The social-media world was ablaze with his daughter’s bagunça.

Fisherman’s Daughter

Fishing with Dad guaranteed two days of just us and made me special.

Five and Other Poems

Welcome to my bed. I have these two beers, do you want them?

Five Poems

Before there was air, sublime silence. There was no one not to hear it.

Five Poems

Time is a hearse and horse, a carrot and stick, a window and widow.

Five Poems

It is here I learn the speech of men. The speechless guilt of every swig.