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Justice

Do we hunger after conflict as much as we hunger after justice?

King and Other Poems

The irreversible ink stain breaking the face of whatever we skate on.

Lagos

No one in Lagos slouches. Bravado pulsates through the room.

Lazarus rises from the grave, New York City, 2023

poor Larry. you never asked to be raised from your tomb.

Learning to Write

I came to computers while trying to run away from literature.

Learning Yiddish

I’m told that even during war, she took the time to put on lipstick.

Lester Leaps In

No matter how hard I played, it was like I was performing inside a vacuum.

Letter to Myself in the Future #15

I know it’s a problem, that I prefer to think instead of live.

Letters to a Young Writer

In the best fiction, there exists a palpable sense of discovery.

Letters to a Young Writer

The best writers talk a story the way they put it down on the page.

Lightning Time

It’s wrong to say the lightning is pink is nothing other than to say it’s not.

Like a Cloud or Boy

The itch of hay dust was the unscratchable itch of desire.

Little Citizen, Little Survivor

Welcome, little citizen. Lend me your presence, and I’ll lend you mine.

Live Dangerously!

Live Dangerously! If you get hurt, the suffering will bring a new being.

Love Takes Hold

A woman from the next table eyed him and he eyed her right back.

Magnolia

The baby in her belly is not a sibling, will never be their playmate.

Margaret Atwood

You quickly find nothing interests people so much as themselves.

Marriage as Light Socket

To keep the baby safe, we sealed the house as if against bad weather.

Marriage as Rock Quarry

We’re phosphorus, we’re this glowing rock under UV light in the mineral shed.

Mastering English

If you play, decide three things: the rules, stakes, and quitting time.

Mentors in General, Peter Taylor in Particular

Mentors can suggest to you what more you are capable of.

Midnight Sun

I returned to research a history we’d only known through stories.

Mirroring Windows

The tall, flashing curtains of glass keep them a breath’s thickness apart.

Miss Burma

All that existed was Louisa’s beauty—or Khin’s refashioning of it.

Miss Harriet

I am going to relate to you the most lamentable love affair of my life.

Morning

I have a maple in the yard and from time to time all is distant.

Most Beautiful

It was hard to know what memories or images had marked him.

Mother and Daughter

Sometimes you weren’t a good daughter, the mother says.

Ms. Range Wants to See Me in It

Men can’t sense like that. Or won’t. Even a father don’t dare get that close.

Musings

Heaven preserve me from the Epidemic of a Proud Ignorance!