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Field Guide

There, in the courtyard, a man might sit and call himself your friend.

Field Notes

Because I am lonely, I am always shying away from the mirror.

Field Trip

They’re shrieking down Little Round Top, receiving the good girls’ glares.

Figure Drawing

Lorna was like a sculpture carved by some Greek out of marble.

Filthy Little Things

The moths were the things that invaded, like a bad man’s touch.

Find and Replace

Ann Beattie in a wonderful reading of her story “Find and Replace."

First Epistle of Lucia to Her Old Boyfriends

I blush whenever that room in Ensenada comes to mind.

First Law of Thermodynamics and Other Poems

I’d have guessed the winter this way, every bitter plum already singing.

First Love

Theirs was a free fall that went on and on. If it’s time to fall, let’s fall.

First Love

The jealous Othello, ready for murder, was transformed into a school-boy.

First Love, Last Love

I’m alive, Sarah thinks, the slam of his look going all the way in.

Fisher Cat

The social-media world was ablaze with his daughter’s bagunça.

Five and Other Poems

Welcome to my bed. I have these two beers, do you want them?

Five Poems

our minds are not the same if they were the same you would be here

Five Poems

It is here I learn the speech of men. The speechless guilt of every swig.

Five Poems

I drag my sheets as Earth drags her tangled mess of tides.

Five Poems

Imagine the world you want to live in; make the world in this image.

Five Poems

The pupils are toothpicks. The lake is a sky with a circle beneath.

Five Poems

He loves me. That’s half enough: he’s the only man around.

Five Poems

i was a wild thing down by the river, quiet like wild things are.

Five Poems

Elsewhere, perhaps here too, regimes stagger, a congress ends.

Five Poems

I'll pick a black card of luck for you: star, pinkmoon, mirror, ostrich eye.

Flames

His flannel sleeve dangled into the flame. Pretty soon, I was on fire too.

Flares of Little Warning

Our father crumbled after her affair. We watched him for signs of cracking.

Flash Flood

Maybe he was preparing for a disaster that would never happen.

Fleur-de-lis

I thought about the little graveyard where the man would be laid.

Flightless (The String)

he has come to write like nervous wasps in my mind like a grocery list.

Floating

Her trust in me is a swirled marble sinking slowly in an aqua pool.

Florette

When he bent close to her, his balaclava glowed silvery in the dying sunlight.

Flowing Streams

I must tell you what it is like to be human, or you will drift away.