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Return and Other Poems

Descent jumps and jostles, nausea drops me back to the floodplain.

Rise the Euphrates

Rise the Euphrates, my first novel, grew out of a feverish dream.

Rooster Hour

What does it take for a woman like you to decide to do something?

Rundown

Well, back home has really changed, you won’t get that same bammy.

Sam

Richard Bausch

Sambo, or: The Last of the Gibson Girls

1908. The puppet’s name is Sambo. Oh what a friendly boy he looks to be!

Saving Planet Earth

The clock kept ticking, and the investors bailed out one by one.

Say Yes and Her Dog

Tobias Wolff

Self-Portrait With & Without

You have to be three times better than the white kids, at everything.

Sequestered

It was to keep us impartial and to protect us from threats and bribes.

Shapes

The shapes called them bastard loads. The lazy creations of fools.

She

This so far is a haunting, the bleeding heart we used to hear about.

Shooting an Elephant

In a job like that you see the dirty work of Empire at close quarters.

Sin Vergüenza

He felt desperate for the rains, mosquitoes be damned.

Sledding

The thing was, I didn’t care what I ate in front of a woman. Every day, I told her things I would have been too embarrassed to tell anyone else.

Slope

In school, he was called gook, chink, and one boy called him ching-chong.

Smoke Jumpers

He probably had an order. Ludes, Dexis, Black Birds—who knew.

Soledad and Other Poems

Soledad is the name a woman is given, a sentence a woman must serve.

Solly’s Corner

Try to make order in one direction, and things shoot off in another.

Someone Else Besides You

The sight of her belly ring and the smooth, tight canopy of flesh.

Sonoran Song and Other Poems

For eight weeks no one heard my voice for eight weeks no one slept.

Standards

He grabbed me, groped for my hips, kissing me, smelling my hair.

Star of the River Opera

Son, do you know of shame? Then you must know that I cannot feel it.

Subject, Verb, Object

Turned out Bauer was one of the ones brought alive by misery.

Sweet Girl and Other Poems

A man jostles my stride to the street, no shoulder on which to move.

Switch

Ghost still pace Georgia, hungry for babies, for husbands.

Takes Enemy

That Ain’t Jazz

They drink hard liquor and growl about which musicians are hot.

The Barbarians

It was good they were Africans, she thought. It meant less danger.

The Blue Hotel

“I suppose there have been a good many men killed in this room.”