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The man who built the house was killed in the bent south bed­room by a woman who was not his wife, but who moved in with the widow to con­sole her. A dark chasm stretched beyond the win­dow. Gen­er­a­tions later Tim put his red sol­diers in a line at the horizon’s fold and dreamed of […]

Lines Depict­ing Sim­ple Hap­pi­ness The shine on her buckle took prece­dence in sun Her shine, I should say, could take me any­where It feels right to be up this close in tight wind It feels right to notice all the shiny things about you About you there is noth­ing I wouldn’t want to know With […]

We like to put the lit­tle guy to bed together. He tilts his Tiger pil­low pet against the pil­lows. I lie down on the left side of the bed, T. on the right, and the lit­tle guy squares off his sturdy shoul­ders and flops his legs from one of our thighs to the other, whispering […]

I read a book the other day that is very pop­u­lar with peo­ple who are look­ing for answers to uni­ver­sal ques­tions. The writ­ing was con­cise and clear, and the imagery was acces­si­ble, despite strik­ing me as overly sim­ple. Most strik­ing was the style. Every chap­ter was short, every para­graph was short, every sen­tence was short. The […]

  This is part of how it works when you write: the ideas come in frag­ments, start to form into peo­ple, places, sto­ries. You take notes on your imag­i­na­tion and then start writ­ing it out. Some­times the story flows and stops and some­times you feel your way into it. I was clean­ing up my hard drive […]