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Downhill Triolets

Ring, ring, ring at 2 a.m. means meth’s got my brother in the slammer again.

Dream Children

Yes, the race of children possesses magically sagacious powers!

Early Onset

I push the stroller across the courts to the scene of the thing I don’t get.

Elements of Style

The rich man adorns himself and the elegant man gets dressed.

Elizabeth Dalloway and Miss Kilman

She came from the most worthless of all classes—the rich.

Erratica

I want to be rapt around your linger, not Thumbelina under your dumb.

Every Good Marriage Begins in Tears

To be married is to learn to love, captive in your own new country.

Everything All the Time

Everything comes down to the lightning. Nothing is ever by chance.

Famous Fathers

I put my arm around Larry’s shoulders and ask him to pull over.

Famous Fathers and Other Stories

fare

you always have something in store for me. bad news.

Fathers and Sons

He will, no doubt, be out of this house soon, headed over to Montgomery.

February 14

My husband shovels snow from flower beds back onto the drive.

First Love, Last Love

I’m alive, Sarah thinks, the slam of his look going all the way in.

Five Poems

Elsewhere, perhaps here too, regimes stagger, a congress ends.

Flash Flood

Maybe he was preparing for a disaster that would never happen.

Food Poem

After almonds after anchovies. After baguettes, a plate of cheese.

Forgotten Melodies

That late afternoon in the park, with its kiss, wasn’t an ending or a beginning; it was both. The piano had been a great bird rustling and swooping in the vast space.

Fort Pierce, Florida

“You look like you’re about to fall over,” he says. “Are you all right?”

Forty-Five

Suddenly two would dart and clasp one another belly to belly.

Found and Lost

I build our life together as I want it to be.

Four Poems

Regarding the affairs of our Father, your demon is Ennui.

Four Poems

The mechanism and its crank pull us forever closer, you and I.

Four Poems

Through the dark, we say, through the dark: but do we ever really know?

From A Red Cherry on a White-Tiled Floor

She bequeathed her children a mother who dreams and smiles.

From A Red Cherry on a White-Tiled Floor

Like lions in cages, women like me dream . . . of freedom . . .

From Deluge

I bled. God didn’t want to hear about it. He said unclean and so it was.

From Sonnets to the Humans

From The Testing of Luther Albright

From The Victor Poems

It was only a matter of time before the damp of loss grew within us like moss.