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The Lost Screenplay

Our camera pans along the porch, and we see each praying woman.

The Lusitania

A coldness bumped a last kiss upon my cheek, a good-bye kiss sliding across.

The Magic Piano

Chocolate promises a happy ending. I believed in that promise.

The Mark on the Wall

How shocking it was to discover these real things were not real.

The Measure of All Things?

Any society that fails to protect its children is in terminal decline.

The Mines at Potosí, Bolivia

He handed us sticks of dynamite, rolled in wax paper like taffy.

The Missing Man of Kim Country

Hannah Sarvasy

The Most Dangerous Book: Ulysses at One Hundred

His thoughts are never far from the erotic as he roams around Dublin.

The Nature of Desire

To fulminate, to go on a tear, because what’s wanted is forbidden.

The Nature of Nostalgia

Our visions of the world fade like the morning star, lost in the light of day.

The News from Hell

The stupider the president the more power you arrange for him.

The Niger Sings of Blood

I can’t hold a face held before dawn & not see behind the eyes bullets.

The Ninth Dream: War (in the City in Which I Live)

I have heard stories of the river, how people were willing to die to cross it.

The Oil Sheikh

Six other guests smoked Marlboro Lights, and ashtrays filled up.

The Plan of an English Dictionary

I look on Britain as a new world, which it is almost madness to invade.

The Practice

I lost myself in their minds: for the moment I actually became them.

The Psychic’s House

Meghan Dunn

The Ravages of an Unloved Life

I wait for the one thing that will change my life to arrive in the mail.

The River Merchant’s Answer to His Wife

Each night I curl my body around a small piece of silence.

The Second-Worst Rug My Father’s Ever Seen

I hear myself giving advice in my father’s voice: Take the emotion out.

The Sin of Height

What humanity needed was that gravity-defying miracle, the bird.

The Skeletons in the Closet

How smooth their bones, like alabaster shaved from moonlight.

The Small Hours

The past, you hear it, the small hours, sucked down the undertow.

The Summing Up

I thought it was beauty alone that gave significance to life.

The Teaching of Writing

Young people have a gift for reviving freshness of language.

The Toll

I found myself alone on the train in possession only of Knoll’s journal.

The Tradition

Men like me and my brothers filmed what we planted for proof we existed.

The Trojan Women and Other Poems

When the snake attacked the soldier, its fangs left a violent opening.

The Way the Light Reflects

Some people see the man but not the light, the field but not the varnish.

The West Oakland Project

West Oakland was characterized by unemployment, poverty, and blight.