The poet said, ‘I feel the fell of dark, not day.” but day it always is. Bright! Bright! the city claims its blue salutes; its stopping in mid-sentence at a name where fingers roam a stone.

“I'm thinking about math class,” she said. “The solution to three factorial.” “Easy,” Leo said.

I could trust that most nights I would drop off to sleep at around midnight and shortly thereafter dream an “us dream”, a how we were dream, a sensing of our bodies undulating, then moving faster, moving with the waves of a special music only we could hear, with…

Before she flushes the toilet the world is spinning.

I keep my love for you in me, / like the egg of a worm,

Shadows from a star Never too close Never too far

“I want you to know that you are being watched,” Ernie said. “I have trained a camera on your work station.”

Whenever you act as if you're one of themit makes perfectly sad sense tome; you are one of them; we're supposed to believe there areno shadows in that particular choice? When you areone of them, they say youfall asleep with a peaceful droopinglip to your smile. When…

He'd hung above her head for months.

The day came shyly up to me like a rolling orange thing. Perhaps of alien origin, but not if the Buddha of our foolish hopeless dreamer inside has anything to say about it. It said, pick me up. I did. It looked like forever on the inviting horizon with trees as…

Now it was black line, wall, turn, and black line.

It was by the well on one cold early spring morning

Each time his eyes closed, he shook off the sleep, whimpered, and opened them wide again. I’d never watched a baby fall asleep before, but I realized at that time that falling asleep could be a scary thing. The world gets fuzzy and starts slipping awa

I know you, ladies and gentlemen We see the near future through you Your factual face as you sit indoors Youthless In your ordinary chair

Something was changing. We could sense it in the circling air. A loss of stillness - and we'd been still for so long.