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Five Poems

He loves me. That’s half enough: he’s the only man around.

Five Poems

I slipped one sparrow black and shivering into my mouth.

Five Poems

i was a wild thing down by the river, quiet like wild things are.

Five Poems

The pupils are toothpicks. The lake is a sky with a circle beneath.

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.

Flames

His flannel sleeve dangled into the flame. Pretty soon, I was on fire too.

Fleur-de-lis

I thought about the little graveyard where the man would be laid.

Flightless (The String)

he has come to write like nervous wasps in my mind like a grocery list.

Floating

Her trust in me is a swirled marble sinking slowly in an aqua pool.

Flowing Streams

I must tell you what it is like to be human, or you will drift away.

Flyover States

If I bring the wrong pen the words look like snow piles on an empty page.

For the Love of the Game

Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

Forecast

I let you pull my hair, throw me to the rocks, disarrange me.

Formula

A plus B; a child in peril, plus love, dissolution of, equals a story.

Found and Lost

I build our life together as I want it to be.

Four Poems

This is the stupid math of loving another human being.

Four Poems

A child no bigger than small change calls from her window j’ai faim.

Four Poems

What do you offer someone who has lost half of her beginning?

Four Poems

I want you enough to gnash you into a silence made from pieces of silver.

Four Poems

The mechanism and its crank pull us forever closer, you and I.

Four Poems

Regarding the affairs of our Father, your demon is Ennui.

Four Poems

Who are we? Without one another, who will we be?

Four Poems

Two bikers, the bartender, me, and a skinny girl in skintight blue jeans.

Four Poems

Let’s rummage through each other’s bodies like a blowout sale.

Four-Night Fight

He was just a bully, uncivilized, out of control, and wanting to lash out.

Four-Night Fight

He was just a bully, uncivilized, out of control, and wanting to lash out.

Franca

“What’s the shittiest thing you’ve ever done to someone?” she said.

From His Recent Collection, Our Story Begins

Tobias Wolff reading two stories aloud: "Say Yes" and "Her Dog."