#Americans
The vast waters flow past its back… You can purchase a six-pack in bar… Tammy Wynette’s on the marquee a block down. It’s twenty-five yea… you went to death, I to life, and
From the third floor window you watch the mailman’s slow pro… through the blowing snow. As he goes from door to door he might be searching
Morning arrives unannounced by limousine: the tall emaciated chairman of sleeplessness in person
This was the first time I knelt and with my lips, frightened, kiss… the lit inwardly pink petaled lips… It was like touching a bird’s expo… with your tongue.
Before you were I loved you and when you were born and when you took your first step Although I did not know good luck I want to say
Incomprehensible fate that sentenced my father to my mother. I can’t blame him, I would have left the raving bitch myself, and would do so many many times in years to come. Then, of c...
And not to feel bad about dying. Not to take it so personally’ it is only the force we exert all our lives to exclude death from our thoughts
Is there a single thing in nature that can approach in mystery the absolute uniqueness of any hum… its transformation from childhood… We are surrounded at every instant
Unless a grain of wheat goes into the ground and dies, it remains nothing but a grain of wheat. The ingredients gathered, a few small red tufts of the dream spoor per sheaf of Demete...
And still nothing happens. I am n… By sonic inexplicable oversight nobody jeers when I walk down the… I have been allowed to go on livin… room. I am not asked to explain my…
Fifteen years later the old tollbooth keeper is still at his post but cannot break a twenty, regrettably, his brains blown out, or provide the forgotten directions. I did phone, what do...
From my cell I was staring at a cloud, a dog decaying in the woods, etc., as I took up the long-awaited sequel to my Confessions. By this time my hand was so far away that it looked lik...
You are riding the bus again burrowing into the blackness of In… the sole passenger with an overhead light on. And I am with you.
Say I had no choice, this weightless finger touched my tongue and told me to, it taught me; when kinder and more subtle methods failed, it put a gun to my head, a zero seared coldly in ...
Some fish for words from shore while others, lacking in such contemplative tact, like to go wading in up to their chins through a torrent of bone-freezing diamond, knife raised, to free...
