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Mackintosh

His eyes rested on the trees. By George, it’s like the garden of Eden.

Maestro

Nothing happened to him? Why, genius had happened to him!

Magi and Other Poems

I’m always driving through the desert, on the interstate’s black river.

Make It Black

Maybe that’s what she feels, not stranded, but suspended in time.

Mama Scarecrow

she will unchew the dried bulbs of history, spit them at the foot of her post.

Marantha

Today was the first day of her new life, and she was on an adventure.

Margaret Atwood

You quickly find nothing interests people so much as themselves.

Marshall Willoughby’s World

Marshall and Mrs. Checchi, it seemed, had this philosophy in common.

Martyr

The everlasting shines through in the threshold between worlds.

Memory of a Season

The current looked cold and brown. It would freeze soon—November.

Mice

With my lime-green nitrile gloves I carried him around to the others.

Miss Columbia Basin

Dad doesn’t believe I’m beauty queen material. I believe in myself.

My Daughter and God

My wife had time to form a thought: I have killed my daughter.

My Mess of Conflicting Emotions

Though I’ve never killed anything myself, I’ve been complicit.

Name-Dropping

It’s been a rainy, relatively windless fall, the aspen leaves clinging.

Nasya Krevoshay

It suddenly seemed to her that the world was filled with little miracles. There were moments when love overcame her despair.

New Year

The grass is defiant, wild, and reluctant to take any shape.

Nicky Nicky Nine Doors

A finger on the bell, a quick sprint on light feet, and then stifled laughter.

Night Garden

I want these things to have another life, like the old garden behind our house.

Nighthunting with John

Gotta watch them damn sorry folks he sez they leave the best stuff.

Nights Like This

I’d wager a cicada is fond of a high note on a synthesizer.

No More Horses

These old guitar players were the last pure thing this country produced.

No Place for You, My Love

North to Natoma and Other Poems

It’s been months, and the fields are good for nothing but night talks.

Notes from My Apprenticeship

Here is the fat guy whose Chihuahua gnawed through his stomach.

Nothing Bad Had Happened Yet

He is too young even to be drinking let alone educating us.

Nothing of Consequence

The women wanted signs of regret, but she was straight shouldered.

November

Miriam slept at the ranch often, although little sleep happened there.

Nowhere, Australia

Navigating the trailer park at night felt like a raid on a strange village.

Nuisance Value

He knew deep down that only her ridiculous optimism kept them going.