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

A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...

a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.

I was sitting next to a young girl who didn’t know her scheme very well. “Where does 2900 Roteford go?" she asked me. "Try throwing it to 33," I told her. “You say you’re from Kansas Ci...

then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.

here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about

The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...

it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...

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

what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light

she had huge thighs and a very good laugh she laughed at everything and the curtains were yellow and I finished

monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…

they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.