For Marcia

There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…

When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.

SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…

I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.

There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows

Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,

It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.

The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.

I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually

Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na… Three months ago you were like a

I am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…

Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin

THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…

We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the good names—from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and then to Lake...