“I understood that a crying man was not a gay man, and Stainless and I were not friends.”

“Why did you put your eye on other things? Why did it all go on without you?”

“Every day is an offering, and I am giving bits of myself to you. I am overcome with a sudden grief.”

“The desert tests the faith of even the most committed. When I received orders to deploy here, I imagined sand dunes and shimmering heat.”

“Each of the pieces in Keith’s latest collection of microfictions, Insomnia 11, lingers like an amuse-bouche on the palate of the intellect.”

“A duck’s disappearance figures in history’s rising action only obliquely. A mass death that only enlivens a larger dramatic structure. It is setting; it is not scene.”