Poetry
… lack of graciousness, the salt-laced crest and crumble of bodies mimicking waves, the freakish winds and seasonal …
Essays
… objects hung on walls, tucked under glass, backlit on pedestals: a toaster, a child’s pedal car, a modem handmade in … pregnancy stick. A positive drug test. An axe. They come from Taipei, from Slovenia, from Colorado, from Manila, … longer than their relationship, he said: “made of sturdier material.” When Olinka and Dražen finally found a …
… only for a half day in their married life had Coot been completely in her good graces. The backseat fire burned … Ouida’s house, her old family home. After Ouida’s father died, Ouida and her mother (who died shortly afterward) had come home to live with Aunt …
… may not fight with fate. Earth still holds ope her gate; Come! come! the bells do cry. I am sick, I must die. Lord have mercy on us! Thomas Nashe—”Song” Seeing is … then holding in place, just so, with intricate laces and points, with hooks and eyes, with buttons large and small. …
… pruned it, and heeled it temporarily into some moist compost in the shelter of the garden wall. If necessary, it … going to be all right there?” I asked him, once he’d steadied himself against the laburnum tree. The muscles in his … about death or getting old, and she won’t have done any false jollying. Jane’s very like her father. When she’d been …
Fiction
… difference between us, though there would be many more to come. What’s with your calling? I asked, as if there could … My old friend Bea called me about Shauna. Not when she died, but later. Frankly, I didn’t want to talk about it. I … theories lately, particularly that Paul McCartney had died before he was even born, and had been replaced, …