I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake

here I am in the ground my mouth open and

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

The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...

horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb

The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...

old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows

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

the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its

Times were still hard. Nobody was any more surprised than I when Mears– Starbuck phoned and asked me to report to work the next Monday. I had gone all around town putting in dozens of a...

I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.

you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.

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