Living backwards means only I must suffer everything twice. Those picnics were already loss: with the dragonflies and the clear… What good did it do me to know

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

Love is not a profession genteel or otherwise sex is not dentistry the slick filling of aches and cav… you are not my doctor

All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string while he measured, boar… distances between things, or pound…

What should we have taken with us? We never could decide on that; or what to wear, or at what time of year we should make the journey

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

There are similarities I notice: that the hills which the eyes make flat as a wall… together, open as I move to let me through; become

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

The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your ro… house, half-acre, square mile, isl… knowing at last how you got there,

Whether is it possible to become l… Whether one tree looks like anothe… Whether there is water all around the edges or not. Whether there are edges or whether

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

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.

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…

In that country the animals have the faces of people: the ceremonial cats possessing the streets the fox run

The snake hunts and sinews his way along and is not his own idea of viciousness. All he wants… a fast grab, with fur and a rapid pulse, so he can take that flutter…