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I put my arm around Larry’s shoulders and ask him to pull over.
“The rattlesnakes glow in the dark, man. You should see them.”
He will, no doubt, be out of this house soon, headed over to Montgomery.
The light, returning, nudged me from sleep, and walked me to dinner.
They’re shrieking down Little Round Top, receiving the good girls’ glares.
Lorna was like a sculpture carved by some Greek out of marble.
I’d have guessed the winter this way, every bitter plum already singing.
The jealous Othello, ready for murder, was transformed into a school-boy.
The social-media world was ablaze with his daughter’s bagunça.
Welcome to my bed. I have these two beers, do you want them?
I’m going to save up against the flood and stagger to carry nothing.
His flannel sleeve dangled into the flame. Pretty soon, I was on fire too.
What right had Flora, of all people, to pronounce on what was strange?
In the school smock, I looked like an angel in search of her crèche.
Even the busiest of businessmen are out for the count, paying the price.
My brush an M-16, thirty-round clips for tubes of paint, all of them red.
At night the voices on the patio sound like small darting birds.
Soon everything here will be sopped up by time. Only art will last.
Let’s put a frog in his bed and have him feel it jump all over him.
Youth! Goodness! Joy! Hope! Strange things to bring to a place like this.
We crossed the length of Iran to reach a lake so big they called it a sea.
Out there, my father captains a boat tour below the Cliffs of Moher
She already knew that deafening silence of a call gone unanswered.
Don’t try to find me by spit, by genetic sleuthing, by Are you my?
It was only a matter of time before the damp of loss grew within us like moss.
I want you, you captive, delivered into each other’s territories.
Her mother always complained Sara was different after a night at Judy’s.
A clumsy coyote descends an old hill of garbage. Death is visiting.
Unnatural as a ghost; the thought rose unbidden to his mind.
