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The Diezmo, Part One

They caught those few of us left unclaimed by the one emotion, or the other.

The Diezmo, Part Three

In exchange for our labor, we would each be given a new set of clothes.

The Diezmo, Part Two

I don’t think I was very frightened. I was simply hungry for home.

The End of Life

He thinks with joy and conviction that the Japanese are his enemy.

The Far Shore

My country neither interested me nor inspired any sense of fealty.

The Fate of Others

“She was breakable, and I probably knew it from the start.”

The First Time and Other Poems

I told kids I didn’t feel a thing there anymore, but it was a lie.

The Gambler

“I know, I know, I shouldn’t have done it, but they had it coming.”

The Go-Go Dancer

He picked up a fairy disguised as a go-go dancer and brought her home.

The Hidden Torture Cells of Bolivia

After days of torture in secret prisons, they were about to let him go.

The High Place I Go

My husband screws around. Not much and not often, but I know.

The Kingdom

“With me for an uncle you don’t never need to be afraid of him, baby.”

The Last Language

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

The Long Consequence

There in front of the house was his son’s ratty old Thunderbird.

The Lost Sister: An Elegy

She could not have known how uncannily she resembled me.

The Man and the Snake

The eyes looked into his own with a meaning, a malign significance.

The Man Without a Shadow

This is not deception. This is a subtle way of conditioning.

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 Masque of the Red Death

All these and security were within. Without was the “Red Death.”

The Mentally Ill Are Not Alone

“He’s a mad dog on a chain. You don’t stick your fingers in his mouth.”

The Mines at Potosí, Bolivia

He handed us sticks of dynamite, rolled in wax paper like taffy.

The Misses Moses

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

The Morro

Your mother still glows with a smoothness that you envy.

The Museum of Extraordinary Things

She was no man’s dark dream, only a girl forced to swim half-clothed.

The N

Ron Carlson

The Nose

The Only Way Out Is Through

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

The Orangutan

Sneaking was one thing, entering a bar with a someone else’s ID another.

The Orchid Casket and Other Poems

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