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“Nothing does you so much harm as being in disgrace for lying.”

He said, You have no brother. I didn’t know what he meant. I do now.

“Now, just what brought you down all this way?” they wanted to know.

What’s a man supposed to do when his best friend is a falcon?

Take this man, Stepan. His deep mellow voice soars in my heart.

Between me and the sky is a screen door and a whole mess of wind.

The golden-haired ones, they think they’re better than Virgin Mary.

The boys searched for their father, lost somewhere in the Olympic Range.

Owen’s head throbbed, his ears ached, and an anvil sat on his chest.

You’re standing too close to a lit house which could be yours—is it yours?

Hear the voice of life telling you something from the inside out.

Before he started spraying he would hand her the mask to put on.

I love it—watching gray light bleed out over the makeshift bed on the floor.

The first skeleton drawn from the earth, they called beautiful.

Wet air. Big windsound in the leaves—a kind of prayer, maybe.

David Lee

Let’s walk down to the river, bless the paper boats and turn it all into wine.

All the bears in the zoo look pathetic. Their eyes glazed, bodies lethargic.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

I found Lowell’s gun a long time ago. He’s not a genius at hiding things.

The leaves of the olives were made entirely of night, as if cut out of skies.

I bow to the life being lived in this finch on my terrace this morning.

I love scientists. They’re trying their hardest. And they just want love.

He has his hands on Nii’s throat, and this time I do not stop them.

Again, nature has written a good script. The skunk saga will continue.

It seemed to her that they only ever touched each other in transient, sudden ways.

The first murder had been a half dozen years ago in a warmer city.

There lay before us a bag that gave forth, at a touch, the jingle of gold.

She wears her nakedness like it has been woven from air.