Think of a seashell. Don’t think of a conch. In fact, forget, for now, about univalve mollusks entirely. Think of Shell, the ...

It’s the tail end of January, the month of resolutions made and broken, gym memberships purchased and fitness classes left ...

Now she is gone. Now I encounter her body.

useless, untender absences with bronze torsos.

"Come with me, and I will show you a beautiful bed. " And St. Francis led her to a large fire.

He's the giant, I'm the bean. In this one, I am climbing. One of us wants up, up. The other, Don 't make me come down there . His the voice like cannons booming down the stalk . I, the clouds like ...

Before the sweat, before the bench press, before the sauna, before the shower, before placing my hand around a man, inside a ...

To coax pale horses from the edge of a wet, blue field.

What Broderick is attempting is a French novel set in an Irish town; he wishes to put dangerous liaisons into the Irish midlands, to allow his Irish characters the freedom to pray to God for their ...

hung with broken necks on the dry stems.