dark in Santa Fe and listened to a tape of a song I had written. I had taped some of my friends singing ... there are things I can do that he cannot. He knows it is usually a slow night when I light a fire. I sit ...
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fire light in Santa Fe? She has been thinking through this whole thing. Just let her talk, will you? ... better let her talk. You had a right to be moody for a while. Everybody put up with you for a while. But ... Nobody in the movies, nobody on television, and nobody in books. Just let her talk. She wants to be let ...
manager of the nude bars RS owned in Santa Fe, New Mexico, an ex-Soviet army officer who had retired into ... on the phone with her mother, Elizabeth the Great, perhaps the one person in this world who managed ... to evoke any level of respect from RS-and that only because of her phenomenal, 3.7 billion dollars ...
you say. Like in Santa Fe. She tells you not to get her temper up. She tells you that she loses ... it. Do you want me to start a fire, you ask her. She doesn't want a fire. It might be nice, ... control when her temper flares-as if you didn't know-and that she killed a man she slept with ...
Ellis said as we lifted our glasses, "about mov ing to Santa Fe next month." He ... barrier. "What?" I cried. "Are you crazy? My mother can't leave her ... her?" I asked. Few men could resist my lovely mother, at least at first. He didn't say ...
series), a collection of poems and essays about her experience teaching in prisons and jails. Her work has ... appeared in Best American Poetry, Best New Poets, Prairie Schooner, The Adroit Journal, New Ohio Review, ... Shenandoah, River Styx, The Rumpus, Rattle, Massachusetts Review, American Life in Poetry, Verse Daily, and ...
ground." It is fall in 1660 and Diego Romero and five other men ride from Santa Fe into the grasslands to ... see if he has had sex with her. He has. They place blood on his chest, a feather in his hair, announce ...
a Santa Fe whore give Millard a tongue bath. Their pal Josiah Sewey had wolf eyes and big scarred hands. ...
from the nearby Navy Yard and with visiting poets from England; vaca tioned in Santa Fe, where he ...
an Oriole pencil I stumbled on among the stalls of Santa Monica and lost by lunch. It ends thus, and ... three on the wagon. I'd forgotten also an image of my gran in her kitchen up until a week ago, ... the meadow of butterfly buns, her breathless "It's very close." Then the ...