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The Forgotten One

What was he, twenty, no, twenty-two years younger than me.

The Four Fists

It all started at Phillips Andover Academy when he was fourteen.

The Garden of Eden at Twenty-Five

It’s not clear that Hemingway completely knew what he was doing.

The Geometry of It All

The dean’s voice was stuck in my head. Plagiarism. Expulsion.

The Ghost of Lady Hobby

Tirelessly her arm rose and fell, till the child at last fell at her feet.

The Go-Go Dancer

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

The Gold Cure

Lust was just a frenzy of activity that had mostly led Benny in circles.

The Gold Cure

Jennifer Egan’s A Visit From the Goon Squad wins Pulitzer Prize.

The Gold-Toothed Dude’s Big Score

That autumn, my first in San Francisco, I ran short of money.

The Governess

He could not help but take her as his wife. She was a scandal.

The Great Beyond

I could become something new. Improved. Like detergent.

The Great Floating Pig Barn on the Mekong

He probably should have arrested or at least reported me to someone.

The Great Gatsby

I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention.

The Grey Dawn

Sitting beside a heap of steaming dung I felt in great poetic form.

The Hanging

On that still, snowy day, Mick’s neck popped like a flaming log.

The Hawk

Recently a man in my town took up residence on the football field.

The High Place I Go

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

The Horse Dealer’s Daughter

So long as there was money, the girl felt established, and brutally proud.

The Hot Country

El Presidente was no longer in a mood to see the American press.

The Importance of Doing Nothing

I can already feel the stone’s resistance as I work the first pass.

The Istafahan Bowl

The dark creatures are still, yet they give life to the whole mountain.

The Jockey

His hands stiffened so that the fingers curled inward like gray claws.

The Lady’s Murder

The Landfill

The interrogator was both man and deity, prophet and god.

The Lapedo Child

The blood had been soaked up in sawdust—“this is hell.”

The Last Artist in New York

Living as the last artist in Manhattan: it’s the ultimate test of commitment.

The Last Days of Monkey Zak: Part 1

Even if he lost her he would never disparage her, never not love her.

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.