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Again, the Body

They taught us do not touch it, but who can keep from touching it?

Agents: The Business of Writing

Art touches the soul and moves life in ways that commerce cannot. E. L. Doctorow noted that writers seem to get business ideas almost right.

Algonquin’s Legendary Editor

The excuse, of course, was that men had to support families.

All Color

We will use my entire bed and all my dishes, make dirty each chair.

All That Floats

Devanand Simon was twenty-five when the bodies fell from the sky.

Allegiance

“It was not wartime sentiment that moved me to ask you here.”

Am I Supposed to Know the Difference between Fiction, Nonfiction, and Poetry? I Don’t.

Diane Seuss

Amazement

If everyone’s lost on the roads, you might as well fly. Enjoy your life.

Amazement

He fell to the floor and begged the gods. The gods were silent.

American Idol

Karen was, in that moment, nothing, emptiness. She was oblivion.

An Abstract of My Research

For one hundred years I followed old people to learn what I was in for.

An Elegy Beginning and Ending with a Mouse

I let the baby mouse live because I cannot kill what has ears.

An Ethical Dinner Dilemma

“Even though we aren’t carrying out the deed, we are the most responsible.”

An Ideal Author

I should never have the notebook and the pencil in the right pockets.

And Yet Beauty Lives

We are like a village here, separated from the rest of the world.

Andale Mono

One door teaches to read for meaning and pleasure. Another shuts.

Animals

He was gentle and slow, like a blind man washing dishes.

Ann Beattie

Ann Beattie and Carol Edgarian in Conversation

Since I was little I was always wondering, What makes people tick?

Another Dimension

Their mother was the real beauty of the family, or so everyone said.

Another Irishman

When Roy got to school he told his friend Jimmy Boyle about the dead body.

Another Pastoral

Tell me our species matters more, tell me that, and I, I will crawl back.

Aramaic

I tried mightily, but no longer could I ladle those ancient words into the air.

Arguing with Myself

“You need me,” says the mind. “I just want what’s best for you.”

Ars Poetica as Phrenology

When push comes to shove, I can get downright Aeolian on you, son.

Artificial Tears

Tears sometimes come in a bottle. Open and apply several times daily.

As a Girl, I’ve Been Taught

Women should hate it when people whistle at their backs as they walk past.

Astronomy 101

He knows what she’s seeking, and he knows she won’t find it.

At Lee

I grew accustomed to seeing the sun rise and set from the school.

At Risk

He’s weirdly hard to pay attention to, even when he’s threatening you.