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The Departure

“I can’t hold it any longer. I have to pee,” I finally confessed to Viola.

The Desperate Place

I can’t see a way out of this. Things will not necessarily get better.

The Diezmo, Part Three

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

The Distance

Decay enters us through the eyes. As always I lose focus.

The Dream of Adoration and Other Poems

The goose cannot see the North but knows exactly where it lies.

The Edith Poems

When I cried the tears felt so ineffective next to the ocean.

The End of Lake Superior

It was cool and dark, azalea in bloom at the edge of the forest.

The Escape Artist, Chapter 1

In search of the life we all agree is so desirable—art, romance, freedom!

The Escape Artist, Chapter 2

Joanna Walsh

The Escape Artist, Chapter 3

Joanna Walsh

The Escape Artist, Chapter 4

Joanna Walsh

The Family Artist

He tossed her over his head like a ballerina, one rough hand on each hip.

The Final Gift

I uttered words I will regret to my last breath, which is already near.

The First Meeting

Her lips had the scent of the first kiss, and a thirst for justice.

The Free Tower

Delighted to be there, celestial together, as high as you get.

The Frenchman

Over salad, the Frenchman asked me about work and what I did.

The Friends of Eddie Coyle

There was a dry snap inside the door of the safe. “There it is.”

The Gambler

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

The Garden of Eden at Twenty-Five

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

The Gentleman from San Francisco

Until now the man had not really lived, but simply existed, to be sure.

The Getaway

Loved this little portal to my past so much that I went looking for others.

The Glory of Their Fame

Darla has come to the monument to fight against her mind.

The Gold Cure

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

The Gold Cure

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

The Goodbyes

The dead and alive who we will never see again but in dream or memory.

The Grass Labyrinth

I found myself wondering what her life had been in her widowhood.

The Great Beyond

I could become something new. Improved. Like detergent.

The Hands That Waved Farewell

Hands that have waved farewell, sooner or later I will see them again.

The Healer in the Motel

You know how good she has always been at hiding herself.

The Hidden Torture Cells of Bolivia

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