#AmericanWriters
for J.A., December 3, 1975 Ashes that survive the aftermath o… Bury the past bravely, retaining Only those messages that are least… And therefore most desirable
The sky was a midnight blue velvet cloth draping a birdcage and no moon but the breeze was whistling and the sound of a car
Can’t swim; uses credit cards and… intolerable feelings of inadequacy… Won’t admit his dread of boredom,… numerous marital infidelities; Looks fat in jeans, mouths clichés…
Ithaca, October 1993: Jorie went… tear, wanting to look like a moll in a Chandler novel. Dinner, cons… and one part lime juice cordial, w… There are, she said, poems that ca…
It’s the day of the ram and the head of the year Rosh Ha’Shanah at services I sat next to Mel Torme who outshone
When she says Margarita she means… When she says quixotic she means m… And when she says, “I’ll never sp… she means, “Put your arms around m… as I stand disconsolate at the win…
I like walking on streets as black… now, at two in the solemnly musica… in this town emptied of Lestrygoni… is asleep or trying or worrying wh… they aren’t asleep, while unknown…
If you could write down the words moving through a man’s mind as he masturbates you’d have a quick bonus bonk read, I used to think. But words were never adequate
The woman said yes she would go to… Unless he heard wrong and she said… Where they could learn the tango a… Of Nazi war criminals unrepentant… But no, she said Australia. She’d…
For it was the first day of Rosh Ha’shanah, New Year’s Day, day of remembrance, of ancient sacrifices and averted calamities. For I started the day by eating an apple dipped in honey, a...
It’s my birtday I’ve got an empty stomach and the desire to be lazy in the hammock and maybe go for a cool swim on a hot day with the trombone in Sinatra’s
Eighty-one degrees a record high f… which is not my birthday but will… the eleventh of June comes around… what I want: a wide-brimmed Panam… with a tan hatband, a walk in the…
He woke up in New York City on V… Speeding. The body in the booth n… Was gone. He had bought her a swe… Said her life wasn’t working he lo… You’re all bent out of shape, accu…
No two are identical though they begin from the same point in time the same point in the dream when the radio shuts itself off in the middle of
I could stare for hours at her, the woman stepping out of her bath, breasts bare, towel around her waist, before I knew she was you
