#Americans
We have too much exhibitionism and not enough voyeurism in poetry we have plenty of bass and not enough treble, more amber beer than the frat boys can drink…
If you could write down the words moving through a man’s mind as he masturbates you’d have a quick bonus bonk read, I used to think. But words were never adequate
The sky was a midnight blue velvet cloth draping a birdcage and no moon but the breeze was whistling and the sound of a car
Nothing extends a phone call more effectively than saying you’re on your way out but she wants to tell you the five things she requires
for J.A., December 3, 1975 Ashes that survive the aftermath o… Bury the past bravely, retaining Only those messages that are least… And therefore most desirable
Come on in and stay a while I’ll photograph you emerging from… like Frank O’Hara dating the muse… Talking about the big Pollock sho… than going to it on a dismal Satur…
The old war is over the new one ha… between drivers and pedestrians on… in New York light is the variable… the content according to Rodrigo… self-portraits at the Robert Mill…
We were smoking some of this knock… Operation Memory was announced. T… Each soldier went, counting backwa… With a needle in his arm. And the… Of a recession, in the middle of a…
His first infidelity was a mistake… As her false pregnancy. Later, th… He was born three months earlier t… On his birth certificate, which ha… A marriage license in his hands.…
The happiest moment in a woman’s l… Is when she hears the turn of her… In the lock, and pretends to be as… When he enters the room, trying to… Quiet but clumsy, bumping into thi…
Some people confuse inspiration wi… not me I know it comes from the lu… you breathe it in you breathe it o… it’s the breath of my being the wi… of the waters yes but it’s also so…
No two are identical though they begin from the same point in time the same point in the dream when the radio shuts itself off in the middle of
The fear of perjuring herself turn… Admission of her guilt. Yet she h… And the luck to elude her implacab… God was everywhere like a faceless… Death was last seen in the auction…
The shrink says, “Everything depe… on how many stuffed animals you ha… as a boy,” and my mother tells me… father was left-handed and so is m… and they’re both named Joe whose f…
Ithaca, October 1993: Jorie went… tear, wanting to look like a moll in a Chandler novel. Dinner, cons… and one part lime juice cordial, w… There are, she said, poems that ca…