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Kinam Hotel

Sometimes these fools shoot themselves, playing with their weapons.

Krassavitseh

They were such dummkopfs they kicked out the Jews.

Lancaster General Hospital and Other Poems

It was a very strange dinner. I didn’t dare ask my parents questions.

Language Immersion Seoul

No woman he’d ever been with responded so unmistakably.

Late in the Season

Frank Avery came into the kitchen. In his left hand he carried a .22 pistol.

Lazarus rises from the grave, New York City, 2023

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

Learning Yiddish

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

Left Behind Looks for the Apsaras

Left Behind climbed the Octopus Tree to find the source of fire.

Letter from Mexico

The talk was heady, but the conversations were dead-ends.

Lewisburg and Other Poems

Desire whittled me a tool I’d never seen but knew how to use.

Lieutenant Mason

That’s how a lifetime passes, closing the wound, a million stitches.

Local Color

Their breath rose in small clouds. Their flag rippled above them.

Love Language

Over the air conditioner, she hears, unmistakable, the bleating of a siren.

Maintenance

Each time he retells that morning my dad forgets I was there too.

Marking the Swans and Other Poems

I never entered no-man’s-land by any light brighter than the palest moon.

Maxims

There are certain defects which well mounted glitter like virtue itself.

Memorial Day

We could hear the parade three blocks before it arrived at our corner.

Military Ball

Fletcher was a squad leader. He ought to be able to get a girl.

Mirza

Third Place

Mother in the Trenches

With a world full of foolishly dangerous men, what’s a mother to do?

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.

Mud Time

Late March 2002. “Mud time”—so called in Mad River Junction, Ohio.

Murder-Suicide

Sherman Alexie

My Civil War

Grant had a lot of buttons on that coat—when he wore it.

My Father Was a Writer

Cruelty is cruelty and you don’t ask why, you just hit first and hit hard.

Narrows

The dope worked, though he felt ashamed using it, smoked in secret.

Nasya Krevoshay

It suddenly seemed to her that the world was filled with little miracles. There were moments when love overcame her despair.

New Cold War

Some days are stretched so taut it feels like changing might break us. We feed the baby bitter melon, flower pepper, bloodroot beet. The first snow comes in January, fresh gauze over an old wound.

Newbie Was Here

Firing stopped, and Bedouins herded camels across the artillery range.

Nothing Bad Had Happened Yet

He is too young even to be drinking let alone educating us.