Oh, why should a hen have been run over on West 4th Street in the middle of summer? She was a white hen

Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady’s hat, —oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your slight transvestite… in spite of our embarrassment.

Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn… minutes of a barbaric condescensio… —Stare out the bathroom window at… at their dark needles, accretions… woodenly crystallized, and where t…

The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish… held together by mangrave roots that bear while living oysters in… and when dead strew white swamps w…

I am too big. Too big by far. Pit… My eyes bulge and hurt. They are… so. They see too much, above, belo… to see. The rain has stopped. The… in drops. The drops run down my ba…

Think of the storm roaming the sky… like a dog looking for a place to… listen to it growling. Think how they must look now, the… lying out there unresponsive to th…

Love’s the boy stood on the burnin… trying to recite `The boy stood on the burning deck.' Love’s the son stood stammering elocution while the poor ship in flames went…

This celestial seascape, with whit… flying high as they want and as fa… in tiers and tiers of immaculate r… the whole region, from the highest… down to the weightless mangrove is…

We’d rather have the iceberg than… although it meant the end of trave… Although it stood stock—still like… and all the sea were moving marble… We’d rather have the iceberg than…