The rest of us watch from beyond t… as the woman moves with her jagged… into her pain as if into a slow ra… We see her body in motion but hear no sounds, or we hear

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

Those whose houses were burned burned houses. What else ever happ… once you start? While the roofs plunged into the root-filled cellars,

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

The eye is the organ of vision, and the third eye is no exception to that. Open it and it sees, close it and it doesn’t. Most people have a third eye but they don’t trust it. That wasn’...

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

You’re sad because you’re sad. It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s… Go see a shrink or take a pill, or hug your sadness like an eyeles… you need to sleep.

She has been condemned to death by… may escape this death by becoming… woman by marrying the hangman. But… time there is no hangman; thus the… There is only a death, indefinitel…

Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: The edge of the forest, the edge of the desert

In the secular night you wander ar… alone in your house. It’s two-thir… Everyone has deserted you, or this is your story; you remember it from being sixteen…

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

When you hear me singing you get the rifle down and the flashlight, aiming for my… but you always miss and when you set out the poison

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

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

The body dies little by little the body buries itself joins itself to the loosened mind, to the black…