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Digging

Mikey said the hole wouldn’t lead to China, but he was frequently wrong.

Dirt

There’s a god sitting, the morning foaming in his mouth.

Dirty Story

Anne Marie Rooney

Disbelief

I was constantly being torn between belief and disbelief in his narrative.

Distance of Closeness

“Silence can be difficult, and we’re silent the whole time,” she said.

Divorced

The pictures were taken in the woods, naked from the waist down.

Do I Know You?

She had instinct for seeing what she could make happen.

Do Not Mind the Bombs

A rifle, empty shells, the remains of a man, a bullet through his chest.

Doing His Laundry for the First Time

She holds the shirt to her face and inhales. With a start she pulls away.

Donahue’s

My husband barely noticed, while I felt the sharp bite of her words.

Donald Hall

I didn’t know I would be any good. But I knew I wanted to be a poet.

Donnaiolo

“There’s got to be some way through this,” he says, “without losing her.”

Dovetail

I don’t remember a time when I didn’t know my father’s grief.

Dream Children

Yes, the race of children possesses magically sagacious powers!

Dream-Children: A Reverie

We are nothing; less than nothing, we are only what might have been.

Drift

I take what I want, and have ever since what I want disappeared.

Eastern Wind

“Why, Ma? I don’t understand. I just don’t want you to be alone.”

Eastwood and Other Poems

I am determined to praise my particular world, so I must praise you.

Echo Chamber

The surface of night is disrupted. Ripples cross the neighborhood.

Echo Lake

She was laughing. Something animal in me was sparked, and I chased her.

Ecstasy and Other Poems

There is beauty in the way she looks at me over the kitchen table.

Edward, the Funny One

Edward the Funny didn’t have much to laugh about in his midthirties.

Egress

One who has suffered enough, you can love yourself to death.

Eight Lines on Burning My Hand and Other Poems

I can remove my hand the second it becomes too much for me.

Eight Poems

O Fatima if only you would lean my way my heart would quiver.

Eight Stories, Based on a True Life

Elba in Brooklyn

“You see,” Sister Elba said, smiling, “you should never doubt him.”

Elegy for Sammy

I have to wait till day to tell you that you’ve sunk down below sea level.

Elegy in Which I Sleep Restfully

Anne Marie Rooney

Elegy Written in Dust Kicked Up along a Back Road

He took off his clothes and left them on the living room floor.