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In Between Days

The first time she’d touched his body, it had been like going back in time.

In London Town

Part of my desire to be in London related to its writers.

In Love

Those moments are all I want. I want a life of this. He sighs and I sigh.

In Other Words

Jennifer Haigh

In Search of Inner Mongolia

“I want to stay in real yurts,” I said, “not yurts for Westerners.”

In Sloane Street

Pushing by the man, he ran down the street towards the station.

In That Time

“Can’t you see Hemingway’s having breakfast with his grandson?”

In the Absence of Rain

Blacked-out little angel, you shuffle home under the streetlights.

In the Shadow of the Glen

It’s other things than the like of you would make a person afeard.

Independence Day and Other Poems

The old-timer outside the guard station was knifing his own tires.

Inevitability

He picked up the knife I had there, and said he’d kill me if ever I told.

Instructions for Wooing Me (Monster That I Am)

I am a pornography of small promises, the chugging gin of the universe.

Intervals

He thought about kissing her. Then he decided that she was just lonely.

Into the After

I wondered if the coyotes and deer were mourning the loss of Steve.

Introversion

She looked over through the falling snow. “Jack?” she said. “Is that you?”

Invasion, Day 3

It is February in Ukraine. Juliana tells the reporter she just wants to live in her country.

In’din Curse

May your wife remove her shirt and have an affair with a tornado.

Is Glistening

The scent of lighter fluid and tobacco drifted in through the window.

Iscariot and Other Poems

Let those shadows sift the spirits of their children from the silt.

Islands

My wife fell in love with a dancer. A woman. I came here to get away.

Ismail

The neighbors were Ukrainians with bad tempers and owned guns.

Isolation

She sips the coffee and thinks about throwing herself off the balcony.

It Is Better to Be Remembered

At nineteen I lived for three months as an earnest cocaine addict.

Izola

Who cared about a whiff of male exertion and motor oil? Not Lana.

Jackpot

Don’t start conversations or attract attention. Don’t be suspicious.

Jane’s Story

I’d done what no woman of my race and social station had ever done.

Jealous Husband Returns in Form of Parrot

I was the man in her life. I know I’m different now. Now I’m a bird.

Jimena

I never left my wife, and she never left me, but this isn’t exactly true.

John Redding Goes to Sea

Thus John Redding grew to manhood, playing, studying and dreaming.

Johnny, Hit and Run

I didn’t know that by falling for you, I was falling for your demons too.