that doesn't need any words to arrive fully formed, or too many words to be believed in at all I should say, a little something we can simply send back and forth across your time and my space without having to talk at length about it, but being a …

I suggested a threesome for her birthday. In jest, I thought. But here we are; me in my checkered Oxford, Katie in her red silk blouse, as planned. We're at this sushi place at the corner of 9th and Bentham. “Zuma.” I hate this restaurant, to tell you the…

“Jerome always came to play with ideas. It was like he was already thinking about it before we started. I loved his ideas. It caused me to think about it as well. We did variations on a theme and there was always a goal. Sometimes it was to grow and deliv

He didn't want to read his father's statement. Yet still he lingered, poised over the kitchen table, where his father had left it.

In her blanched beauty, seated in a silver deck chair, with complacent socialist ways

He laughs and runs just like the other boys even though he doesn’t have a father now, just his mom.

In every writer's room there is a bogeyman born in the closet, growing with every blot on the virgin sheet, feeding on the pain of writing, of solitude, the failure, the rage, the confusion, the helplessness, the fear, the humiliation. The narrower the…

eleven o'clock spills despair all over our bedspread

The heart of those stars is a dab of yellow light. The darkness of the blue night appears so deep because the downward strokes of the actual sky are interspersed with a violet that’s almost black,

It feels for an exit.

We sat in the weight room. The coach walked in with his clipboard and stood until we were quiet.

Write power like a purring kitten eyes wide without an idea of exactly how small he is.

Two women sat at a small round table near the sidewalk waiting for the same man.

He said his wife levitated.

Odd bookends stuck in familiar territory, we have become lethargic