the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans

majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—

stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear

Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark

I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...

this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into

It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...

In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…

The Stone’s favorite carrier was Matthew Battles. Battles never came in with a wrinkled shirt on. In fact, everything he wore was new, looked new. The shoes, the shirts, the pants, the ...

the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside

for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there

I was editing a little magazine at the time, The Laxative Approach. I had two co-editors and we felt that we were printing the best poets of our time. Also some of the other kind. One o...