The main street has turned into the lowland of dust devils, with the red sun scorching, continuing to serve the living like a giant blood pentacle.It looks like a heathen ritual invoking an ugly looking God with wings or horns, but beneath the whirlwind of rising…

The rhythm of my breathing is a litany of regret.

never have i wanted/ to stay in one place long,/ flight inspired to escape/ existential ennui--

Will it// scare us shitless when we can finally/ draw ourselves a likeness of it?

Jo was tailored, Amy was frivolous with ribbons and bows, Meg was plain and sensible; and Beth, who was ill and had no costume changes, wore the same nightgown throughout the dress-up session.

He will spread peace like wet blood on a sheet.

I tell my students about a timewhen seniority was told by the number of fingers on a worker's hands No weekends or overtime, children — bare toes dangling — twelve hours on the line I look for…

It was the truth, you'd say. Then someone else would step in, someone who knew the situation. It wasn't long before the entire population of our sleepy little town became accustomed to your routine. It was even welcome in some circles. Those circles were made up…

and any stain or streak/ is as you will or wish it

they could be barefoot bastard children for somebody else to clothe

A thin line separated her lips, like something sketched with a pencil.

He was a Decembrist but he was not / one of the hanged

Caution, the beer on the shore is lapping at the foam of sanity, and the wind in the trees is speaking thy previous names. Caution, a rise in the ocean will soak your dress above your knees, causing infinite tears, infinite hopes

“Professor Gosser,”continued Victor, “I once screwed three women in a row--I mean of course, time, not space—good one, huh? Well, each woman farted at the exact moment she climaxed. Would that qualify as coincidence? And did it have anything to do with th

It's going to be expensive, but it's booked and I am going to enjoy every single minute of it.