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Timeexpand_moreThe roads have come to an end now, they don’t go any farther.
A wildness and all the ways I could never be classy enough for pearls.
The boys came down out of the woods and crossed toward the dock.
An eye trained only for darkness makes for a lesser path, in art as in life.
My students are in rows, alive—day-picked apples cut by teeth.
The new generation doesn’t play war, which is a shame; they text.
By the end of my trip to St. Thomas, I had discovered a reason to live.
The clock kept ticking, and the investors bailed out one by one.
When we move together in the dark I can almost get to him but I turn back.
The sun falls back and vanishes like the men in my family who’ve died.
What would you say about the driver of the truck that killed you?
Six-word stories about the the perplexities of love and desire.
Peter Taylor’s stories are jigsaw puzzles of nuance and suggestion.
The lock surrendered, after a short struggle, to the poker.
A family altar stuffed with dead family hanging now above the TV.
The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks.
It’s silly, I know, half-expecting to see Apollo playing lyre to a muse.
You put his hand around your throat but he keeps moving it away.
Eyes wide open, I offer myself to a new boy and watch him grow.
Never takes much, a fingertip’s touch, or beak-brush of prey-probing bird.
Snow on blue roof tiles—sleeping village awakened by waves.
This so far is a haunting, the bleeding heart we used to hear about.
He was living like a coyote, out on the margins. But then a letter came.
Gravity bends together this planet and your life, made of glass.
I hope I do not baffle or bluff. I hope I will not raise your hopes.
Perhaps he was not almost sixteen years old, but thirty-five and sick.
You’ll find me here in the peach orchard, the most I can muster.
The thing was, I didn’t care what I ate in front of a woman. Every day, I told her things I would have been too embarrassed to tell anyone else.
Hearing the baby’s cry, Varka finds the enemy who is crushing her heart.
I bought two for my wedding, planted them in pots on the patio by the pond.
