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The Land of Five Rivers

My mother’s city and I were both named after an assassinated king.

The Last Days of Monkey Zak: Part 2

Now, with new orders to carry out, he’d been restored to factory settings.

The Last Days of Monkey Zak: Part 3

Clark and Robertson got a reset, and Tuyen would get a baby. But Mikey?

The Last Days of Monkey Zak: Part 4

L’chaim. To lives both bygone and ongoing, and to the truths I choose to believe.

The Last Language

I think you might have turned into a novelist, if we’d been allowed to go on.

The Leaf in My Pocket and Other Poems

Thus is the way of leaves the secret ones that no one sees, not even me

The Lesson of the Master

Kids interfere with perfection. Wives interfere. Marriage interferes.

The Little One Need Not Come

The house of our relationship is a fort. Blanket fort. Tree fort.

The Lives of Philosophers

He cannot imagine the shape his life would take without her.

The Long-Lost Love Letters of Doc Holliday

The sense of power that flights of temper evoke will betray you.

The Making of a Writer

Write simple sentences. Report. Don’t moralize. No pretensions.

The Manzanos

I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.

The Manzanos

I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.

The Matador and the Bull

If, on your deathbed, you want to watch a movie, don’t let me pick.

The Mercy of Pronouns

Sometimes a you is a lover, but he is not my lover. He is looking at me.

The Misses Moses

Miss Moses smiled, I could take you, buster. Don’t try anything with me.

The Mustache

“I mean it, Martín. I won’t marry a man with a bald lip, like a boy.”

The N

Ron Carlson

The Nature of Nostalgia

Our visions of the world fade like the morning star, lost in the light of day.

The New Privacy

I ask if you are all right until you can be nothing but not all right, not okay.

The Niger Sings of Blood

I can’t hold a face held before dawn & not see behind the eyes bullets.

The Night I Watched My Twelve-Year-Old Brother Get Cuffed & Taken from Our Home, Tearing Up, Saying: “I Didn’t Do It!”

Of course he escaped. He would be the one. My legendary brother.

The Ninth Dream: War (in the City in Which I Live)

I have heard stories of the river, how people were willing to die to cross it.

The Novel

For two days I’ve been weeping over a nineteenth-century novel.

The Only Way Out Is Through

Derek was holding a gun. The barrel was pointed at his own temple.

The Orchid Casket and Other Poems

I forgot to detail that the jumper leapt from beside the hanging Monet.

The Order They Died In

It was a Saturday night in November when his diagnosis finally came.

The Outlaw

I bring out the emergency in people and I don’t know why.

The Palace of Illusions

I managed to talk sensible Alice into a little pink outfit and high heels.

The Paperboy

Just before four in the morning, the dog barks, the headlights appear.