I take a suitcase of downbeat irrelevancies and memories with me through

In my dream, I am cutting the lawn at my grandfather’s house.

sitting here very quietly listening to the world. the rhythm… thump of a drain drop repeated fro… far off a car laboring to reach di… the beat of a bass

It is really getting to me. Everyone is talking about death. I heard an old friend died

this leg a genetic mutation bent askew a latitude of pain. take

nothing here. sky a lint colored marmalade. outside a man in a blue tee shirt

I see dead bodies rising up as if under some mystical persuasion, bodies going home,

reading the news he discovers the boys at NASA are using something called

is stretched across the sky dove white against stark blue. down here people move around. they are busy and do not look

her mother was Japanese and her father an American stationed at the Futenma air station

Leeza dances drunkenly near the ed… Death is two inches away. I see her tumbling end over end a broken screaming windmill.

near the end Dashiell Hammett was a hermit, his house was a mess, falling apart, and Lillian Hellma… had to take care of him.

It was the liver and the lungs. He had no idea how long the mundane and predictable episode would last…

The musician hated fame, the thought of it made him sick. Bob Dylan wanted to cut

Osamu Dazai committed suicide with his beautician mistress in 19… The lovers drowned themselves in the cherry tree-lined Tamagawa…