i In view of the fading animals the proliferation of sewers and fe… the sea clogging, the air nearing extinction

Starspangled cowboy sauntering out of the almost– silly West, on your face a porcelain grin, tugging a papier-mache cactus

He would like not to kill. He wou… what he imagines other men have, instead of this red compulsion. Wh… fail him and die badly? He would l… finger by finger and with great te…

An other sense tugs at us: we have lost something, some key to these things which must be writings and are locked against us

This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size fo… blanks in speech, for those red he… shaped vacancies on the page that… like real hearts. Add lace

Snow packs the roadsides, sends du… onto the pavement, moves through vision like a wave or sand… The bus charges this winter, a whale or blunt gray

He, who navigated with success the dangerous river of his own bir… once more set forth on a voyage of discovery into the land I floated on

Winter. Time to eat fat and watch hockey. In the pewter mo… a black fur sausage with yellow Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed… to get onto my head. It’s his

It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flec… blended with the paper;

I would like to watch you sleeping… which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter

My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling,

More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become a wish to assimilate the world, in… you, if possible through the skin like a cool plant’s tricks with ox…

He is here, come down to look for… It is the song that calls you back… a song of joy and suffering equally: a promise: that things will be different up t…

The water turns a long way down over the raw stone… ice crusts around it We walk separately along the hill to the open