And Mickey said to the reporter, "I wrote a play for Richard. It is the wild play I performed with Richard. I think he will like this shit."

The signal sets the faint young boys into motion

After she died, clearing out her safe deposit box at the local bank, I found more numberplates.

"Being honest with me," said her teacher, "will hopefully allow you to be honest with yourself--writing is about being honest, and articulating that honesty." It sounded like a riddle, and her teacher looked at her with the sanctimony of a wizard.

When you bring information, it does not arrive.

I can confirm nothing/ but impressions of the world// that appear beyond my/ body’s reach.

Waking in the middle of the night, tangled in the hotel sheets, I wanted to hear the story again: their pilot friend, the war, his specialty. "It's just a screw, son," Dad said, "nothing exotic."

I thought each day died inside the clock.

Moon Boy sits atop the hill's crest and watches Moon Girl.

dicks, skulls and upside down crosses

12 lines

Some of them are notorious tweakers. Nobody epitomizes the cowboy-outlaw biker more than the ironworkers, who are wired on Black Beauties they sell on breaks.

Mrs. Noah eyed the thickening clouds from the front stoop. Noah was still out in the yard kicking up sand in disgust, arguing with himself the whole time. Piles of cedar timber lay strewn all about. Maybe if they’d lived even three days’ journey clos

The drip of rank meat, his muzzle, his back-barbed tongue: red.

When Kat returned home from The East Street Wars, she learned that her epileptic lover, White Dog, died from madness