How agreeable it is not to be tour… wandering her cities and ascending… How much better to cruise these lo… fully grasping the meaning of ever… and all the sudden hand gestures o…

When all of a sudden the city air… the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing the maw of an advancing wh…

The first thing I heard this morn… was a soft, insistent rustle, the rapid flapping of wings against glass as it turned out, a small bird rioting

What scene would I want to be env… more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen t… floral wallpaper pressing in, white cabinets full of glass,

I wonder how it all got started, t… about seeing your life flash befor… while you drown, as if panic, or t… could startle time into such compr… decades in the vice of your desper…

The other day as I was ricochetin… off the blue walls of this room bouncing from typewriter to piano from bookshelf to an envelope lyin… I found myself in the 'L’ section…

I wait for the holiday crowd to cl… before stepping onto the first wav… Soon I am walking across the Atla… thinking about Spain, checking for whales, waterspouts.

I remember the night I discovered… lying in bed in the dark, that a few imagined holes of golf worked much better than a thousand… that the local links,

Tonight the moon is a cracker, with a bite out of it floating in the night, and in a week or so according to the calendar

Remember the 1340's? We were doin… You always wore brown, the color c… and I was draped in one of those c… the ones with unicorns and pomegra… Everyone would pause for beer and…

You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... —Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and the knife, the crystal goblet and the wine.

The whole idea of it makes me feel like I’m coming down with somethin… something worse than any stomach a… or the headaches I get from readin… a kind of measles of the spirit,

Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every… in tiny black script. If I could just get my hands on y…

The murkiness of the local garage… that you cannot make out the calen… drawings on the wall above a bench… Your ears are ringing with the sou… the mechanic hammering on your exh…

Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over… It feels like eating the same small, perfect grape