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Exposure

The photo portraits express the unguarded essence of each author.

Finch Me

You’re too far from where I sit to admire your finery up close.

First Love

Theirs was a free fall that went on and on. If it’s time to fall, let’s fall.

First Words: The Best and Worst of Inaugural Speeches

Five Poems

In hushed awe they talk of things to come, a golden time of flowering.

Five Poems

He loves me. That’s half enough: he’s the only man around.

For a Liberation of Bees

Some night soon you’ll haul yourself out from far beneath this life.

For Woody

She’ll grow into a beauty, but she needn’t contend with that yet.

Fort Pierce, Florida

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

Four Poems

There’s nowhere he can kiss where she hasn’t been kissed by the sun.

Four Poems

My brush an M-16, thirty-round clips for tubes of paint, all of them red.

Four Poems

Tell her I put poison in the pot and I intend to watch her drink it.

Four Poems

Marianne Boruch

Four Poems

The walls pull apart like a troubled couple, finally deciding to hold.

Four Poems

Even the busiest of businessmen are out for the count, paying the price.

Four Poems

A child no bigger than small change calls from her window j’ai faim.

Four Poems

They plant whispers where shouts incinerate into hisses.

Free Huey P. Newton with Every Purchase and Other Poems

At Walden Pond, Henry Thoreau clicks like on the “Wilderness” page.

From Notes at the Grave of James Felix Quigley

Out there, my father captains a boat tour below the Cliffs of Moher

From Our Interview

I don’t know if I’ve written anything without changing the details.

From The Book of Questions

Why is the sun such a bad companion to the desert traveler?

From The Dream We Carry

You’ve gathered more knowledge than you’d need for nine lives.

Frost on Fire and Other Poems

All roads lead to Rome, but all trails take you to Oklahoma.

Fumbling through the Heart of Music

Fumbling among the constellations, I believed my throat would burst.

Gail Godwin

Gail Godwin

Galileo after the Trial

I feel as if I have been struck from the book of the living.

Gaudeamus Igitur

The sloshed grownups had little to say to me. I loved it that I was alien.

Geppetto Also Made a Mother

It has its life, returning always to the ocean. It doesn’t care.

Gifts of Writing and Teaching

When I walked in, the kids applauded. They were like, “The poet’s back!”

Go Humbly

What right does an American mutt like me have to depict in fiction the lives of a Salvadoran family?