Oh, and take off all your jewelry unless you want your relatives sifting you through a window screen looking for your diamond.

It was in the spring of 1958 when I first arrived in Kobe, Japan, traveling aboard a Norwegian merchant ship, looking to make movies on a limited budget. Superior quality cameras, lenses, and film were being produced in Japan at a fraction of the cost for similar products…

You might as well be the man on the moon. Once touching your face was quotidian. When I tallied each day's pleasures, you, in this room or that, counted too much for me, I think. I stopped record keeping. I'm …

(For Dancer and Guitar) …

He finds a beach ball and recreates humanity upon it. Kicking it down the shore he wonders how the little people must feel about each other. To place them on such a tiny globe almost seems unfair.

So, like I said. Da. I have dealt with the men, when I was a lap dancer. The men they need the….manipulations. I have good hands. They want me to see them naked, their power. Here it is only the women. The massage, the facial, the waxing...

Maybe all quarterbacks are shitwads.

Grace Gibbons is a way of life.

it was your hands—caked with years-old clay & quaking from too much solitude

the signature of God/ consigning everything/ to the saturating energies of time.

This is a wife pregnant with spiders

The Muse stands at the summit of a paragraph playing with a yo-yo.

I often thought about touching those slippery flames between my thumb and index finger.

His mouth smiled but his icy eyes did not. "You like it?," he asked with a thin deflated voice. "Old family recipe. Enjoy."