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...

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

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 ...

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

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

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

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 you will find me any night now, try at the motherless sky. com

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 ...

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...

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

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.

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...

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.