You gather their faces in the palms of your hands and their purple eyes blink, blink, unseeing.

I climb up on the sofa and stand next to him. I smell something.

Lorelei was bombarded constantly with it. She began to hate the city...

I asked her how she came to be at our little party. We all knew she was an intern. What would she want with the likes of us, the orderlies and techs and strays? She just held up Ed's flyer and said, "Why not?" But she didn't look happy. We fired up and someone said, "Let's…

But what “is” retirement? All of the previous sections in a life are full of detailed descriptions. But “retirement” is somehow left rather vague. One would think that retirement would be the long-awaited GOAL of life. But instead we are left with the

at nightthe mannequins leave their glass prisons and hunt owls in the forest***sometimes they dance a slo-mo tarantella in a clearingbone-white …

The old man is dead, body propped in its cart like the dead El Cid strapped on his horse by Jimena to save Valencia, and yet...

All else is unmoved/ and relentless in its indifference.

Too often, Calvin's willful head finds its way into his hands.

Fear the air and fear the fire./ Fear the land and fear the water./ Creation is out to get you, speck,

“You. There,” said the fellow, pointing his gun like a dead finger. “You believe that water saves the soul, don’t you?” Thomas looked to the other boys for an answer, but they didn’t know any more than he did.

“That pool will be the death of me.”Which Dad said at least a couple of times a week. Ten times the week after he'd read the TXU bill.“Goddamn pump, and that twitchy little Polaris. We should fill that pool with dirt and plant some trees and Asian…

You said yes

There are no inspirations./ There are only the things I like/ and the much more numerous// things I do not like.

You may be wondering, as is only natural, about the designated husband of our dear Princess.