#Americans
Pure gaze, you are lightning beyon… and you are the last trees’ past, branching green lightning of terminal brain branches
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...
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 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
If I stare into it long enough, the point comes when I don’t know what it’s called, a condition in which lacerations are liable to occur, like a slip of the tongue; when a dropp of ...
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
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 ...
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.
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...
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...
And you will find me any night now, try at the motherless sky. com
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.
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
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