Some people are born that way, and some people do things to themselves that keep them from talking. Like opening up a soda bottle with your mouth.

For weeks I hadn’t been able to think straight, waiting to lay vision on those majestic, swooning breasts.

My stories are ramshackle; they lurch along in old sweaters with holes and missing buttons, drinking from mismatched cups and saucers.

It matters little who thought of it first, what mattered was the schism. Or, to be more accurate, those on the opposite sides of the schism. And, of course, you are a part of this, dear reader. You are of one side or the other.

Could I really seduce and rob a total stranger -- just on a dare?

Been looking for guns. His guns have turned up missing. He’s been looking for the guns. Looking for guns. The au-pair must’ve snuck back in And took the guns. And the baby. The baby must be crawling off with Guns again.

I came to a field where, scattered around, were quite a few men digging holes

so many bills to pay the list keeps shedding its skin like a snake

she had a chipped tooth...

When his mother was all dressed up on New Year’s Eve, and his father, even thought they had tickets for the dance, announced to her he wasn’t going to go, Johnny had gone into his room, put on a white shirt, a dark suit, his dress shoes, and a clip-o

I give you the rattle of the rattlesnake. I give you a daub of creosote. I give you the metaphysics of glue.

In the exquisite now, I feel everything around me, in me, before and after, I think, I should call you, say goodnight, but I do not, choose instead to write this poem, as though I can capture the magic of what is happening between us in words, A…

The world has long since been bootlegged by madmen. The new invisible con men are the same as the old visible con men, hiding and lying behind their walls of lingering death. There's a weapon wielding demon hell bent on an insane vengeance crawling around…

Depression had Frank in its craw.

did I read that right?