I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,

he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, untouched… externals. little shiver of horror runs through me… about

he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his

in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head

here I am in the ground my mouth open and

sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;

Upon awakening I got up and used Joanna’s toothbrush, drank a couple of glasses of water, washed my hands and face and got back into bed. Joanna turned around and my mouth found hers. M...

my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful

my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.

sit on this bench and look at the sea and the freaks and the lovers. need new eyes a new mouth new pillows, a new woman.

the bulls are grand as the side of the s… and although they kill them for the stal… it is the bull that burns the fire, and although there are cowardly bulls as there are cowardly matadors and cowardly…

That evening after dinner Joanna produc… “No.” “Want to try some?” “All right.” Joanna had some paints and brushes and p…

Sara was preparing the turkey dressing a… The phone rang. I went and got it. It w… “Thank you, Debra. And a happy Santa C… We talked awhile, then I went back and… “Who was that?”

the girls are coming home in their cars and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car

Mongolian coasts shining in light, listen to the pulse of the sun, the tiger is the same to all of us and high oh so high on the branch