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The Sentimentality of William Tavener

It takes a strong woman to make any sort of success in the West.

The Session

Joanie’s face was something she’d borrowed from Miró, from Picasso.

The Shot

His looks were Russian. He was surrounded by mystery.

The Silence Here Owns Everything

When he kisses me, my heart flutters in my chest like swarming bees.

The Sin of Height

What humanity needed was that gravity-defying miracle, the bird.

The Singer with a Bad Voice

Sing so dogs bark, oxen bolt. Sing so a girl walks out on her lover.

The Sinkhole

The tomatoes weren’t there. She looked again at the ground.

The Spaniel

After nearly a year of dating, I never stopped thinking of that other boy.

The Speech of Miss Polly Baker

If mine, then, is a religious Offence, leave it to religious Punishments.

The Spooning and the Fork

This would not be a wooing meal. I was cooking my man into submission.

The Storm of the Century

She often feels something kinetic between herself and younger men.

The Story of a Scar

“As your brother, I ask you, how did you get that scar on your face?”

The Story of an Hour

There would be no one to live for; she would live for herself.

The Strange Detective

“The secret to happiness is not wanting,” Lars told the Buddha.

The Stroke

He glowered even as a little child. Maybe because he has your bad eyes.

The Structure of Bubbles

He was trying to seduce me with his history, which was mine as well.

The Stylist

For a month after 9/11 Bella wept through all her appointments.

The Stylist

Her bra is black, her breasts full and white. There is too much flesh.

The Swallow

Take this man, Stepan. His deep mellow voice soars in my heart.

The Sympathy of Angels

We see how tired you are as you lean on your rifle or your shovel.

The Tale of the Three Apples

The people flocked to witness the execution of Ja’afar and his kinsmen.

The Teaching of Writing

Young people have a gift for reviving freshness of language.

The Television Detective’s Red Hair

A charmed sequence of words. The jangle. The strum.

The Third Round

If you let me live, I will buy you beer whenever I see you in town.

The Threat of Peace

At a red light he touches his cheek. The stubbly skin is sensitive, febrile.

The Town That Believed Wolf

Surely a million mothers and school teachers can’t be entirely wrong.

The Tracks

No parent has yet been born who can save a child from childhood.

The Traveler’s Story of a Terribly Strange Bed

We were young and lived wild lives in the delightful city of our sojourn.

The Treatment of Bibi Haldar

Her sentiments maudlin, malaise dripped like a fever from her pores.

The Truth

I try to imagine him wanting only a Toblerone bar for his birthday.