When he crouched with an eye to the peephole hoping for a glimpse of his neighbor, who, he was convinced was beautiful (“Well, she has a beautiful voice,” he explained, …

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They came to see the piñata. The piñata hung from a crane and swayed with a swollen gut of newspaper and paste. They listened as the piñata creaked like a …

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Just this: Consider that you are here and there Is a bar or six at the window and you are dying To escape. And on the television The operatic Which …

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At your fortieth birthday, on a moonlit beach, One of your guests is late. You save a plate. A place is clean and set Amid the after–dinner mess. Why are …

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It comes to you often in the moments that you have alone: perhaps you’ve died. Climbing the stairs between offices, you’ve noticed it, a slowing of perception, a slightly altered …

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Under the toenail, lights. He wants it gone of course, fungal mess; the bed has grown its gloom over the months. I’ll prescribe the usual; pills, painless. Just scribble it …

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April again, bright morning and he’s back, flinging senseless against the pane his scruffy plumage, his shit and mucous and god knows what other bird-body fluids. . . He’s at …

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We stream into the meetinghouse through two doors like twin cords in the same braid. I love the men, all of them lined up like God’s long finger. The sun …

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I’d like to take back my not saying to you those things that, out of politeness, or caution, I kept to myself. And, if I may though this might perhaps …

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