We can’t be sure. Perhaps it is/ some slight exaggeration of one/ or several elements that steals our breath.

I want youto remember me. This the placewhere I'll always be, if you're looking hard enough.This is the place I've letgo of all expectations, no regrets, and nomasks. This the place my heartbobbs about like a…

We two have this entire lifetime left, so let's waste it . . . .

fog settles over the mountain laying a ghostly blue shroud

and watch the bird play and squirrel play/ and the twitching of cottontail noses

Particles flung by the sun pierce us through, undetected

in which creative destruction holds the heads of entire populations beneath the surface of the water in bathtubs until the bubbles stop

She has dwindled for the better part of a year, staved off her period, breasts and hips like a warrior. Chestnut strands that danced along candy apple cheeks now surrender to metal pins, her bun severe as an old maid's. Her prominent ears…

of placing the rope just so; of settling the veil with care --

I wrap my left foot

His eyes are closed yet restless, as if too many thoughts loop beneath the lids.

I am one of 14.8 million Americans affected by depression or about 6.7% of the American population 16 and older. My episodes are cyclical and my first episode was at age 16. I assumed it was because my mother was sent to Auschwitz at 16 …

She was an easily lit, wide hipped, Stoli-drinking, schemer from Irkutsk that got her claws into an American riding the Iron Rooster from Khabarovsk to Moscow.

I think we love sex because it brings us so close to the heat of creation that we can see the smoldering flames and the light rising from twigs being rubbed together between the legs. Okay – your turn!

'This dude’s whole life must be in this book. It’s like, a man diary.' The thought makes her laugh.