For Marcia

The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.

A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?

We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—

I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.

Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a

I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.

A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…

I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…

A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.

We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along the good names—from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to the Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine and then to Lake...

There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…

SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…

With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.