God loafs around heaven, without a shape but He would like to smoke His ci… or bite His fingernails and so forth.

The correct death is written in. I will fill the need. My bow is stiff. My bow is in readiness. I am the bullet and the hook.

I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourt… We stand watching the yellow leave… flapping in the winter rain, falling flat and washed. And I re…

A red-hot needle hangs out of him, he steers by it as if it were a rudder, he would get in the house any way he… and then he would bounce from wind…

We sail out of season into an oyst… over a terrible hardness. Where Dickens crossed with mal de… in twenty weeks or twenty days I cross toward him in five.

There can be certain potions needled in the clock for the body’s fall from grace, to untorture and to plead for. These I have known

It was also my violent heart that… falling down the front hall stairs… It was also a message I never spo… calling, riser after riser, who ca… about you, who cares, splintering…

Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind,

Somebody who should have been born is gone. Just as the earth puckered its mou… each bud puffing out from its knot… I changed my shoes, and then drove…

On the southwest side of Capri we found a little unknown grotto where no people were and we entered it completely and let our bodies lose all