You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, that is a fish, blue and flat on the paper, almost

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

The house we built gradually from the ground up when we were yo… (three rooms, the walls raw trees) burned down last year they said

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…

This is the place you would rather not know about, this is the place that will in hab… this is the place you cannot imagi… this is the place that will finall…

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

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

An affair with Raymond Chandler, what a joy! Not because of the mangled bodies and the marinated cops and hints of eccentric sex, but because of his interest in furniture. He kn...

This is the plum season, the night… blue and distended, the moon hazed, this is the season of peach… with their lush lobed bulbs that glow in the dusk, apples

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.

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’...

i Behind glass in Mexico this clay doll draws its lips back in a snarl; despite its beautiful dusty shawl,

You walked in front of me, pulling me back out to the green light that had once grown fangs and killed me. I was obedient, but

This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous henyard