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Women & Menexpand_moreThis is all there is. Nothing else. No heaven and no hell, okay?
The women wanted signs of regret, but she was straight shouldered.
“My brother’s last words to me were about you. Did you know that?”
It’s true, I killed my husband. I had my reasons. He was a hunter on the trail.
Xin Bao had gotten drunk and stolen a hyacinth macaw.
Ever since she believed he was cheating, she felt erotically obsessed.
Goretti was a victim perfect for her time, an icon of Catholic sexual politics.
She’d ransacked his heart the moment she unlocked the door.
Riding back from her studio, Ivy thought, I’ll just stop for a minute.
You could take your pick from an array of rebellions to consider.
He wrote and rewrote endlessly, and rose at night to reread pages.
If party isn’t what we set out to do then you should go home.
Having a sister or a friend is like sitting at night in a lighted house.
Once upon a time, a couple wandered in a glass forest, hand in hand.
our hands are full of those women tricked or transformed.
Eros, myth, life, and literature in brilliant paintings by Lincoln Perry.
For days after she left him, he roamed the house, unable to function.
We are each other’s as surely as song stitches breath to air.
I eat what’s in front of me, as all great men do. Some wouldn’t, but I do.
Take some cherry tomatoes, I say when the moon rises over the pine.
The proper qualities of each sex are eternally surprising to the other.
This is a crafty story and things are not what they seem to be.
I needed more. I worked her lips back and wedged my hand in.
Her top lip lingered behind, pressed between his. They were soaked.
He was reading Our Town. She studied the departure board.
The hut was cluttered with the skulls and bones of small animals.
Later in the pale of dawn your hair brushed across my forearm.
I understood that life could end without warning, even young lives.
Not long after Christmas, the smoke really hit Melbourne.
Joshua was well versed in things to which I was not yet privy, like sex.
