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...

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...

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…

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

You do look a little ill. But we can do something about that… Can’t we. The fact is you’re a shocking wrec… Do you hear me.

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...

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...

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

Pure gaze, you are lightning beyon… and you are the last trees’€™ past, branching green lightning of terminal brain branches

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

Morning arrives unannounced by limousine: the tall emaciated chairman of sleeplessness in person

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

It’€™s true I never write, but I… Gladly lower myself down alone wit… that waits, beyond youth, beyond e… before battle we would do each oth… hair out

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 ...

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.