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The sight of her belly ring and the smooth, tight canopy of flesh.

On this small island, everyone knows who comes, especially who goes.

You might say I acted on instinct. All I wanted was to stop the screaming.

I know what my promises are worth, know the worth of material things.

Emil was busy applying his anger therapy, and it was working.

I see a young ZZ Top smiling, eyes darting from my shirt to my beard.

Here they were, two surviving soldiers from opposite sides.

We left our lives behind us as fast as the Beemer’s zero to sixty.

The boy imagined his dead grandfather haunting the world.

“Mind you come straight home,” Mrs. Heywood always says.

She had seen him take the crop to a girl for doing nothing at all.

Ghost still pace Georgia, hungry for babies, for husbands.

They need to be named, loved, then unnamed to be seen once more.

I’m trying to manage my dumb-dumb time machine brain and be here.

we are saying thank you in doorways and in the backs of cars

I could page the women’s voices in their velvet bags bound with string.

He grew a forest of candles and cried when it succumbed to wildfire.

We didn’t give the order to drop the bomb. But thank God somebody did.

“I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”

“I suppose there have been a good many men killed in this room.”

Struggling to find my budget hotel, my stress rose as the sun faded.

I was getting a little fogged, but I recognized irony when I heard it.

These days murder is as common as love scenes were in the 1930s.

Our remarks must be tempered by a sense of cooperation.

He was nervous and ill at ease, but my bearing seemed to reassure him.

The underworld reached out for your hand and found payment.

If there was any magic in his sad life, it happened on that day.

“I can’t die, I don’t want to die, I love life,” Prince Andrei thought.

You and me is as good as anybody else, and maybe a damn sight better.

He studies their mannerisms, looking for clues to the psycho spirit.