"Kinky. You gonna slug me one with your tight fist down there?" Falcon teased the biggest boy.

Across the lake, there is a camp for the deaf.

She sheds her dreams like a snake wriggling out of its skin.

"I don't know why you say good-bye, I say hello."--The Beatles Things fall from the sky. Things fall from thefloor. Maybe through, maybe all the way.Everyone argues for their homeland.Someday I'd like to hold your hand. I'mstill dreaming. I hope it continuesto rain…

32. I am the worst of all men. Don't talk to me about your loneliness. I am one alone all my life until my last day at the tower. It began with someone calling my name. I heard it from the road as I sat in my high-backed …

I asked him where he hurt and he said everywhere.

"To bury the dead, first we bury past the old, flowered tree orchard and the clearing there, the place we tasted clover flowers after we sucked the nectar out."

a bazaar of voices / opening doors.

"Our thoughts wear no masks ... they’re on display in our gaze."

People of Earth, a better tomorrow has come. I’m near bursting with pleasure to report that the global community needn’t worry any longer about food shortages and famine and the like. Why? My patented insect-enlargement gun!

“I wanted to know . . . exactly what kind of fucking power trip are you on?”

Mark Strandover decadesa steady diet of dictionenlarged his heartone day it just burstRobert Frosta crazy ideathat he couldbuild a wallwithout mortar tookpossession of his mindhe piled stoneon stone higherand higher untilthey toppled overcrushing him beneath Wilfred…

I used to plant giant sunflowers which grew 8 feet tall on the front of my house facing sunsets just for me. There is a little yellow bird which I only see once a year. The little yellow bird comes when I plant my sunflowers. It waits until the sunflowers bloom and…

No one has touched me for a long, long time and I believe that is why I am dying. This is a notion that is new to me but it has persisted over the last few weeks and I believe I finally have apprehended the truth. There was a time, I remember all too well, when I might…

homelessness, you called the lie,

And as you try to read, he appears. No, not in front of you, but somewhere just behind your eyes. You hear the sound at the end of an argument, just before the kiss; you see a shirt fall to the ground in late summer; you watch him read as his mouth

I really think we ought to be drinking The Wild Virgin again I remember having a beer once And feeling like a minor god, yes Just like you did So, now, listen to me: if she snores all night That’s one thing But if she screws the lights out