And so began my love affair with a thick, semisold substance. Sort of like Mary Van de Velde, the chubby girl who was my partner in my 6th grade polka troupe.

Happens at a party, this way, past frat boys perched in branches like idiot hoot owls,

In today’s print-on-demand and digital world, there are unlimited avenues for aspiring writers to circulate their work, but deregulation and limitlessness often leads to chaos. Writers are more inclined to release unpolished work that fails to rise to the

She arranged to have an abortion at a doctor Greene’s office, who practiced out of a converted house on Solano Avenue on the north side of Berkeley. I took her there the day of the procedure. You couldn’t go to a regular hospital to have this kind of thi

I pulled at her shirt like a slot machine.

Dan Arris sat in Chez Colette enjoying a roulade of veal stuffed with root vegetables. He was not a happy man.

Further down a small group of men lolled near a doorway.

I hold dreams made of iron / that tip my spear of regret—

. . . we agree that formal standards for identifying literary merit exist and are capable of being discerned, not merely of being ascribed. —but is this itself true?

It is wonderful to talk to Mick Jagger in his hotel room. He is absolutely charming, and the women filling the room seem as natural as the sound of rain or the play of sunlight.

An excited state with undiscovered borders, the almost space -

And I admire// the orchestrations of ants and honeybees/ and the persistence and adaptations/ of the cockroach.

We will collapse in a storm of images

Is there a homunculus in my brain guiding everything like the pilot of an airliner?

We can’t see anything except for glimpses of the other’s eyes, hands, mouths when we move.