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…

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…

Wisteria, hysteria is as obvious a… as Viagra and Niagara there must… honeymooners traditionally went to… which were, said the divine Oscar, an American bride’s second biggest…

My bag was missing at the airport “Just one bag?” “Yes, but it mean… I had seen the bartender before, b… “You didn’t tell me you had been t… “Yes, I was at Magdalen College…

What I propose is not Marxism, which is not dead yet in the English department, Not maximalism, which was

for Jim Cummins In Iowa, Jim dreamed that Della… twin. Dave drew a comic strip call… about a bearded beer-guzzler in Su… like Wallace Stevens

When my father Said mein Fehler I thought it meant “I’m a failure” which was my error

The bloom was off the economic rec… “I just want to know one thing,” s… What was that one thing? He’ll ne… Because at just that moment he hea… Of broken glass in the bathroom, a…

The grapefruit in the Florida orc… has ripened into a globe in Hartfo… for him to look at, not to eat. If he had a tin can he would beat it as a drummer in a band beats

The sky is crumbling into millions… the wind blows in my face so I duck into my favorite barber… and listen to Vivaldi and look in… reflecting the shopfront windows,…

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

I was about to be mugged by a man with a chain so angry he growled at the Lincoln Center subway stat… when out of nowhere appeared a tal… chubby-faced Hasidic Jew with pey…

I’m a very average person, and I think most people are. I vote with the common man. I have two kids, a boy and a girl. Last Sunday I played golf with th…

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 Ezra Pound were alive today (and he is) he’d be teaching at a small college in the Pacific… and attending the annual conventio…