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Testimonyexpand_moreI was a darling without even trying, kerchief and dungarees.
Oh brother, the eye of the needle is shaking the weather awake.
No one perhaps has ever felt passionately towards a pencil.
People talk this way who would prefer the earth parceled out in standard lots.
Trysting lovers kissed while breezes fidgeted the leaves.
Wanderer moon smiling a faintly ironical smile at this summer morning—
For the first two months of class, Toby did barely any writing at all.
A man jostles my stride to the street, no shoulder on which to move.
Window widows we were once, like lonely oil spilled on sullied beaches.
In Ovid’s tale, the virgin Philomela was raped by her brother-in-law.
If you are going to be my teacher, you will have to become a tiger.
a clock struck again & again by a granite fist; us masked & rocking
It was comforting to see her suffer the way we suffer, hollowed out.
we are saying thank you in doorways and in the backs of cars
They drink hard liquor and growl about which musicians are hot.
It was a Tuesday, so they made love. She thought it was a fair compromise.
Afterward, it was nature that was blind, and she who was wild.
I have seen your ocean. I have heard your waves beside my bed.
He grew a forest of candles and cried when it succumbed to wildfire.
We didn’t give the order to drop the bomb. But thank God somebody did.
Raw, glistening—god’s design. Her newborn flesh-on-the-bone.
A photo essay on hope in the wake of the devastating Bosnian War.
It comes as no surprise that everything is flying toward one point.
“I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”
The blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches notate the dawn.
Struggling to find my budget hotel, my stress rose as the sun faded.
These days murder is as common as love scenes were in the 1930s.
I have to say I am relieved it is over: at the end I could feel only pity.
We buy a bag of cockles and three crabs, all female, sweet with egg.
Ambition and coincidence had led me to the Royal Theatre.