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She imagines his clothes on the floor, his arms wrapped around her waist.

The band was amateur at best. It didn’t matter. People loved them.

I should look at what I’ve done. How loosely she let him come to me.

What did St. Teresa have in mind when she prayed to be released?

Howie and Nadine were confident they’d be among the survivors.

In school, he was called gook, chink, and one boy called him ching-chong.

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

We’re all trying, in our own ways, to parse what we may have done wrong.

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

Society was imposing, like something out of an English drama.

The clown has taken a seat at our veranda table in absolute silence.

This has been a good day. First the milestone of getting to page 300.

On this small island, everyone knows who comes, especially who goes.

Mr. Holt had grown old since Beverly last saw him. He looked weary.

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

Poetry isn’t work, he said, unless you’re talking about reading it.

I looked up from the cave floor to see a guy pointing a handgun at us.

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

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

The wind was like a girl sobbing out her story of betrayal to the stars.

Emil was busy applying his anger therapy, and it was working.

Here they were, two surviving soldiers from opposite sides.

We left our lives behind us as fast as the Beemer’s zero to sixty.

Oh brother, the eye of the needle is shaking the weather awake.

Turned out Bauer was one of the ones brought alive by misery.

Henry surprised himself with his inability to start looking for a job.

Screaming, the children flew toward the trees in their saucers.

The horror of the waste appalls me. This beauty. This habitation of dream.

For the first two months of class, Toby did barely any writing at all.

If it were me, kid, I’d swallow. You bet I would. But first I’d run like hell.