#Americans
Christmas defeated Chanukah once again last night by a margin of three billion dolla… or so, but every time I hear a Yiddish word like bupkes
My bag was missing at the airport “Just one bag?” “Yes, but it mean… I had seen the bartender before, b… “You didn’t tell me you had been t… “Yes, I was at Magdalen College…
The fear of perjuring herself turn… Admission of her guilt. Yet she h… And the luck to elude her implacab… God was everywhere like a faceless… Death was last seen in the auction…
Wisteria, hysteria is as obvious a… as Viagra and Niagara there must… honeymooners traditionally went to… which were, said the divine Oscar, an American bride’s second biggest…
In Rotterdam I’m going to speak about the state of poetry on a panel with a Pole and a Turk. It’s worth
When my father Said mein Fehler I thought it meant “I’m a failure” which was my error
There comes a time in every man’s… when he thinks: I have never had a… original thought in my life including this one & therefore… eliminate all ideas from my poems
We were smoking some of this knock… Operation Memory was announced. T… Each soldier went, counting backwa… With a needle in his arm. And the… Of a recession, in the middle of a…
What can you say about the Mets down three games to none one run down with six outs to go Cedeno singles steals second Mora… they pull off a double steal
700 francs will get you $109.91 on this muggy May afternoon which is good to know since I just found 700 francs in my wall… while Dinah Washington was singin…
The sky is crumbling into millions… the wind blows in my face so I duck into my favorite barber… and listen to Vivaldi and look in… reflecting the shopfront windows,…
Nothing extends a phone call more effectively than saying you’re on your way out but she wants to tell you the five things she requires
Can’t swim; uses credit cards and… intolerable feelings of inadequacy… Won’t admit his dread of boredom,… numerous marital infidelities; Looks fat in jeans, mouths clichés…
If Ezra Pound were alive today (and he is) he’d be teaching at a small college in the Pacific… and attending the annual conventio…
We have too much exhibitionism and not enough voyeurism in poetry we have plenty of bass and not enough treble, more amber beer than the frat boys can drink…