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Memoryexpand_moreAll my life I wondered what it is to vanish like a ring of smoke.
Rain falls steadily, rattling down drainpipes and gurgling into gutters.
Ella knew she hadn’t hurt Sebastian, but she knew she’d betrayed him.
“Wanna give it a go?” my brother asks, nudging me with his 12-gauge.
Her husband is away at the family cabin, and she is glad for the space.
The guy from the funeral home can’t get the gurney into the house.
He squinted and looked off a little beyond where we were.
Bright rot laces the air, light sharpens each leaf. On our way to fallow, fire.
The hands opened calmly like seeds, endured the passage of time.
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It wants to name the dead—without a name you wander lost in the sky.
It was spring: the field, a botanist’s mirage of wild flowers.
We’d never had a cross word, but I’d never corrected him.
There is something on my mind rushing up as river in a locked car.
Design a way to kill those rats, and do it now, Fiori, do it now.
What about writers who come suddenly into full power late in life?
What about writers who come suddenly into full power late in life?
If he could not evade a serious question by a joke, he bolted.
When you write the story of being a father don’t leave out the joy.
The onus is on you, because you care about your car and your life.
There isn’t a nice Jewish boy in sight—not that I’m looking for one.
I open the door and Eleanor is leaning against the wall, paper white.
I never actually existed. I didn’t know it at the time, but it’s clear as day.
Can there have been something in my letter, that unlucky letter?
My job requires me to make things disappear like a Vegas magician.
When the doctors’ voices started turning to noise, I didn’t fight it.
This is a novel that contains more than its actuarial share of falls.
Dad is catnip to the lady residents. He’s tall and lean, plus he’s got all his hair.
The nights she and Wade have sex she can’t do so without feeling guilty.
You and the cat wish I were baking pumpkin pie and we were happier.
