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You’ll find me here in the peach orchard, the most I can muster.

Fresh from Texas. She has the head of a girl & a serpent’s body.

A Midwestern man is never without his knife. Half of us carry guns.

Each drifting snowflake falls nowhere but here and now

The willows crack as the startled deer flee into a deeper darkness.

The owl was a white that could not be compromised by any other color.

They know whoever passes on the curving road just by the footstep.

Through all this the sands kept vigil, harboring blood and bones.

I would slip the hook under the sow’s chin, hold my breath, and pull.

You might say I acted on instinct. All I wanted was to stop the screaming.

Does he not see our likeness? Fursten seemed to see nothing.

Filarial worms in bloodstream darkness know when it’s night.

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, but to be young was very Heaven!

After four years of watching his body implode, we’re terrified.

Both dogs were barking now—their barking urgent, hysterically pitched.

When I wasn’t teaching social studies, I basically lived on my balcony.

He could smell the bear’s breath, feel the hot huff against his ear.

The boy imagined his dead grandfather haunting the world.

Weird that yellow’s the color of cowardice when the sun never runs.

All my life I have noted that my thinking was atavistic, totemic.

Up there there’s not a sound except for the wind and the buzzing of bees.

sunrise reminds the shama to emerge from her perch in the pandanus tree

She had seen him take the crop to a girl for doing nothing at all.

We cling to an exact number of planets, to the Earth Our Mother.

They need to be named, loved, then unnamed to be seen once more.

“Whoa, look—the monkey prof. Can you believe it? He was just on TV.”

It was a Hmong villager who roped you with dogs on the chase.

If you are going to be my teacher, you will have to become a tiger.

I hope you weren’t reverse-bookmarking everyone.

That there are five sturdy red Gerber daisies in a jar on the table.