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Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: The edge of the forest, the edge of the desert
My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn’t the moon warm enough for you why do you need
In winter the beach is empty but south, so there is no snow. Empty can mean either peaceful or desolate. Two kinds of people walk here:
I would like to watch you sleeping… which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter
i Behind glass in Mexico this clay doll draws its lips back in a snarl; despite its beautiful dusty shawl,
He is here, come down to look for… It is the song that calls you back… a song of joy and suffering equally: a promise: that things will be different up t…
He was the sort of man who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. He was not my patron.
Living backwards means only I must suffer everything twice. Those picnics were already loss: with the dragonflies and the clear… What good did it do me to know
The eye is the organ of vision, and the third eye is no exception to that. Open it and it sees, close it and it doesn’t. Most people have a third eye but they don’t trust it. That wasn’...
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flec… blended with the paper;
Evening comes on and the hills thi… red and yellow bleaching out of th… The chill pines grow their shadows… Below them the water stills itself… a sunset shivering in it.
An affair with Raymond Chandler, what a joy! Not because of the mangled bodies and the marinated cops and hints of eccentric sex, but because of his interest in furniture. He kn...
This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons
Whether is it possible to become l… Whether one tree looks like anothe… Whether there is water all around the edges or not. Whether there are edges or whether
‘They capped their heads with feat… their faces, wore their clothes ba… with torches through the midnight… and dragged the black man from his… to the jolting music of broken