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Someone was saying his name, and that’s how he knew he was dead.

Jimmy’s jacket, mittens, and shirt were in a pile next to his frozen body.

I will rehearse loss until I feel it coming. Until it’s real.

With my son in the NICU and my wife in tears, it felt good to disobey.

Byron’s mother read things to him: Language is fun. Play. Let’s play.

I returned to Vietnam with a tape recorder to collect ca dao.

The exurban dream of it all, to enter is to have the ability to exit.

Are you there? I couldn’t tell you about the time I saw the deer.

Somehow, Captain Brown made himself respected in Cranford.

Tear-streaked mascara, mascara-stained cheeks: a cataract of woe.

I’m the shrunken dead like them, here, greening the sky’s bluer potion.

I stepped down painfully on my cracked ankle and nearly fell.

It was like a scene in a movie; it didn’t seem real. The man kicked her.

You could not look at Leila for long, and yet you longed to look at her.

You could not look at Leila for long, and yet you longed to look at her.

Longtime residents witness the eruption of violence in Charlottesville.

The smart hide their claws in their paws, then add fur for allure.

I am tamping down the earth with the flat side of a blade I am burying you

“Leaving for war, Hayes wept. He didn’t just cry; he wept...”

Within two weeks, his parents found out and forbade him to belong.

Diane cupped my cheek in her hand, studying me, memorizing me.

Betsy recoiled, understanding instinctively what was to come.

I knew my father started the fire. It’s not the first place he’s burned down.

I stood there, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me.

I have already begun the life-long work of hating my father.

The coyotes are making a kill. Their voices rise through the darkness.

Getting over being drunk makes you wonder why the hell you did that.

Being with Kate was like a circuit connecting, lighting everything up.

Pigeons are born knowing where they belong, with whom they belong.