He was a big man, says the size of… on a pile of broken dishes by the… a tall man too, says the length of… in an upstairs room; and a good, G… says the Bible with a broken back

On a parking lot staircase I met two fine-looking men descending, both in slacks and dress shirts, neckties much alike, one of the men

In the clinic, a sun-bleached shel… on the shore of the city, you ente… the last small chamber, a little c… chastened with pearl, cool, white,… and over the chilly well of the to…

The wall of identical boxes into w… our Aunt Sticky sorted the daily… was at the far end of her dining r… and from the private side looked l… a fancy wallpaper upon which peoni…

I have seen the Brown Recluse Sp… run with a net in her hand, or rat… what resembled a net, what resembl… a hand. She ran down the gleaming… of the bathtub, trailing a frail s…

The divorce judge has asked for a… and you wait at the back of the co… as still as a flag on its stand, y… falling in smooth, even folds that… to gather the dust of white bouque…

Still dark, and raining hard on a cold May morning and yet the early bird is out there chirping, chirping its sweet-sour

Cards in each mailbox, angel, manger, star and lamb, as the rural carrier, driving the snowy roads, hears from her bundles

On the floor of a parking garage I found a dead mouse. It was wint… the world gone gray outside and in… and the mouse a part of all that d… the smallest part. He stood

She had turned her face up into a rain of light, and came on smili… The light trickled down her forehe… and into her eyes. It ran down into the neck of her sweatshirt

Seventy years ago I made a pair o… from six-foot two-by-twos, with bl… to stand on nailed a foot from the… If I was to learn to walk on stil… them red and I had to wait almost…

In her eighties now, and weak and… with emphysema, my aunt sends me a birthday card-a tossing ocean with clipper ship-and wishes me we… at forty-four. She’s included

They’re on their way to Goodwill in Destiny’s old cardboard carton, the flaps folded inside, lending i… scuffed shoulders a look of author… the box knowing the route, the sho…

Circling above us, their wingtips fanned like fingers, it is as if they wer… one of those tissue-paper sewing p… over the pale blue fabric of the a…