A bat appears, zigzagging across
the twilight, indifferent
to its freedom, and I’m reminded
of the dream where I float
out of bed and up to the ceiling.
Read MoreI made this self all by myself
I drove this nail into the wall myself
I stained the wood’s grain I planed the wood myself
I wrote the book on the shelf I made myself
Read MoreIn the torpor of semisleep he’d been pondering how he was going to install the windows at the Beaufains’ house at ten o’clock in the morning, if, at that same hour, he was screwing Melanie McAlister.
Read MoreOther passengers were ornery and waiting bent under luggage compartments. Another man sneered at him, but James didn’t care, he was secure with himself, stamped golden with the knowledge that he was from Los Angeles, City of Angels.
Read MoreYesterday, they flew from Austin to San Francisco to take part in Jacinda’s half-sister’s wedding. This evening, they rehearse.
Read MoreHe puts down the receiver. What to do? He has to call his other daughter. He should tell his wife first. But his wife’s dead, so what’s he thinking?
Read MoreAfterward she went outside in her dress to show off her legs. I watched her prancing for a while among the stones, until the game made her forget, it seemed, that it had all happened, that she had grown up a little more than the rest of them.
Read MoreHe watched as shadows crept down the street and the glistening black turned slowly dull. Twenty years earlier he would have reached for his camera, attempting to turn what he saw as banality into what he saw as art.
Read MoreHe was playing the lawyer, he was smoking him, from the start, Cola said. He was smoking him, and the foreign girl, there, was helping him.
Read More“Anything is possible if you don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say.
Read MoreHe could’ve been in love for years, ashamed to have told me. He could now be lost in good-byes.
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