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Occupied

Riding back from her studio, Ivy thought, I’ll just stop for a minute.

Occupy City Hall Sketchbook

On June 23rd, activists set up camp at New York City Hall.

October Phone Call and Other Poems

How many gods do you believe in? How many good men?

Ode to Nothing

Nothing holds the universe together; nothing is the secret force.

Ode to the Boot Scraper on the Stoop and Other Poems

Mostly, though, you could turn them in your hand, hold them to your nose.

Ode to the Hebrew Letter “Chet”

You come hot, marching between one blazing Arab & one crazy Jew.

Odessa, Mon Amour

He wrote and rewrote endlessly, and rose at night to reread pages.

Odessa, Odessa

It is a city of sea, sun, boulevards, strolling beauties, life-altering food.

Odysseus’s Mother-in-Law

If party isn’t what we set out to do then you should go home.

Of Companions and Flatterers

There is hardly a rich man in the world who has not such a friend.

Of Course Pliny Got Here First and Other Poems

Some asshole on a joyride in the outback runs her down, the emu.

Of the Novel

I do not intend in these pages to put in a plea for this little novel.

of the propoetides

our hands are full of those women tricked or transformed.

Oh

Children, this is what a bad dream looks like, our teacher said.

Oh You Little Faith

What if it does choose, the egg, I mean, her favorite spermatozoon.

Old Bed

Coil of metal, coin of wood, two-headed and soft in the middle.

Old Stories and Other Paintings

Eros, myth, life, and literature in brilliant paintings by Lincoln Perry.

On Birdsong

The hymn that’s resurrected from the hymnal aspires to the spiritual.

On Fame and the Writer

Perhaps more than ever writers may have two kinds of fame.

On Luck: A Screenwriter’s Education

I found it impossible not to imagine a radiant future for myself.

On Marriage

The proper qualities of each sex are eternally surprising to the other.

On Seeing Damien Hirst’s “Kingdom of the Father”

Small valleys and veins give way to a lifted ridge like a rib or an arm bone.

On the Decay of the Art of Lying

An awkward, unscientific lie is often as ineffectual as the truth.

On to Baghdad

He could see I was American, but I thought he was unlikely to harm me.

On Writing, Teaching, and Her New Novel

Jayne Anne Phillips

One More Day and Other Poems

There is a lot about others I don’t remember, outliving an interest.

One of the Great Independents

When he died earlier this year an enormous hole was left in my life.

One Year Later: What to Fear More

It began last spring / Flowers blooming like crazy / No balm to our fear

One-Man Show

Oregon 1945

On a jet stream, unearthly, air can travel at hundreds of miles per hour.