at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited

Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...

feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine

But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...

no way back to Barcelona. the green soldiers have invaded th… madmen rule Spain and during a heat wave in 1952 I b… no way back to the Rock of Gibral…

half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the

this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do

they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age

I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…

I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.

call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.