sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…

in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and

I kept getting letters from a lady who lived only a mile or so away. She signed them Nicole. She said she had read some of my books and liked them. I answered one of her letters and she...

had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a

we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every

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

when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,

my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of

Information has been received in this office indicating that you were arrested by the Los Angeles Police Department on March 12, 1969, on a drunk charge. In this connection, your atten...

neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before

all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.

I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there...