During war, as in any terrible time of upheaval, burials are merely quick words and a scattering of dirt, if the dead are lucky.

Maybe all quarterbacks are shitwads.

"She gave me a "you're fucking stupid, kid" look and handed me a of cigarettes. It was all downhill from there."

I was a six year old with no bike. Only the males in my familyhad that privilege. So one morning I got up very early, before the older siblings awoke, crept out the back porch door where Iknew there would be two bikes in the yard just waiting for me and my…

“Mommy,” the voice was thin as a fledgling's. “I'm here, baby,” I said. An arm rose from the pavement and small fingers wound themselves into my…

I think he viewed Communion as an act of hygiene that allowed him to go on being fiery and self-determined.

It is best not to judge.

In the late 60’s, I lived on West 71st street in Manhattan and borrowed books from a store.

It's not loneliness I'm afraid of. It's how I would be happy to be alone too much.

i stained his hockey sheets right over the red wings

Of arms and the man...

"What I need to wear the ring for," I said to myself, "I already got his last name..."

Pain is the saddle which rides me Pain is the cowboy's gun More morphing, please!

like the dome of an immense lamp like blades of grass at the sweep of the scythe like a line of cliffs against a tempestuous tide

Tender bodies sizzle on the grill.