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I Escape from the Boers

I was free. The first step had been taken, and it was irrevocable.

If I Owned a Gun

It was an act that made me feel safer but also somehow more imperiled.

In That Time

“Can’t you see Hemingway’s having breakfast with his grandson?”

Inevitability

He picked up the knife I had there, and said he’d kill me if ever I told.

Interlude at Daofu

Daofu was a cluster of lights bubbling up in the belly of a darkened plain.

Ismail

The neighbors were Ukrainians with bad tempers and owned guns.

It Is Better to Be Remembered

At nineteen I lived for three months as an earnest cocaine addict.

Jackpot

Don’t start conversations or attract attention. Don’t be suspicious.

Johnny, Hit and Run

I didn’t know that by falling for you, I was falling for your demons too.

July, 2008

He says the word robbery and you don’t know if he’s asking or telling.

Jumpseat Stories

There’s something about traveling by plane. People tell their secrets.

Keep Away

“Is that your banana?” the short cop asked her.

Large Knuckles

These men don’t ask me to remove my scarf, even though it’s mid-July.

Letters from a Prisoner

You’re safe here. A prison might be the safest place to meet a man.

Letters to Bernadette

Remind the children never to use the state as a metric for ethics.

Liability

You decide that in this city all things are possible, even happiness.

Listen to Me

Mark was spending his life with one of the world’s weaklings.

Lovesick

She confessed to Judd that she saw other men. She liked a good time.

Martyr

The everlasting shines through in the threshold between worlds.

Men Against Violence

You’re feminist? Neither one of you. You just like getting into fights.

Mercury Pictures Presents

“Your mother’s fine,” Giuseppe said. “We’re all completely fine.”

Mike Tyson Explains Middle Age to John Keats

Stable-keeper’s kids know broken then healed, but healed with limits.

Mirza

Third Place

Miss Burma

All that existed was Louisa’s beauty—or Khin’s refashioning of it.

Mother of Hope

Most people come to Africa because they are drawn to its misery.

Mud Time

Late March 2002. “Mud time”—so called in Mad River Junction, Ohio.

Muse and Other Poems

through the trees, breathless, the grouse leads us steady as a rope.

My Mom Serves Tea to Her Robbers

She was so happy they were going to save her from the city of Dallas.

Nicky Nicky Nine Doors

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

Night Glow

Dad was blind until six months ago, when he bumped his head in the fire.