Motor Lodge             by John Drury   “So this is it, experience,” I thought, lugging tin buckets from the ice machines to rooms of...

In Defence of Adultery by Julia Copus We don't fall in love: it rises through us the way that certain music does-- whether a symphony or...

The Way It Ended by Gail White So time went by and they were middle-aged, 
which seemed a cruel joke that time had played 
 on two young...

Cherishing What Isn't by Jack Gilbert Ah, you three women whom I have loved in this long life, along with the few others. And the four I...