I am the heart of a murdered woman who took the wrong way home who was strangled in a vacant lot… who was shot with care beneath a t… who was mutilated by a crisp knife…

There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the wind changing to the east, it is only your father the thunder your mother the rain

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

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

Evening comes on and the hills thi… red and yellow bleaching out of th… The chill pines grow their shadows… Below them the water stills itself… a sunset shivering in it.

Whether he will go on singing or not, knowing what he knows of the horror of this world: He was not wandering among meadows all this time. He was down there

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

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

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

How did I get so dutiful? Was I… Going around as a child with a sma… sweeping up dirt I didn’t make, or out into the yard with a stunte… weeding the gardens of others

1. Men’s novels are about men. Women’s novels are about men too but from a different point of view. You can have a men’s novel with no women in it except possibly the landlady or the ho...

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

You, going along the path, mosquito-doped, with no moon, the… a single orange eye unable to see what is beyond the capsule of your dim

Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, the p…