It's a business, after all, all are quick to remind us. True dat, and the sun always rises in the east and sets in the west, and death and taxes...yup yup, we know. We get it.

I will wrap up in quilts that still smell of summer sun

he who laughs last is probably a dumbass fuck

locking the door against dangerous// human curiosity and forgetfulness.

On the very day I was fired from Penn State, in 1971, I was also kidnapped by a short-lived underground student revolutionary group who spelled their own name wrong. They shoved me into the backdoor of a yellow rusted-out car on Atherton Street, blindfolded me. A…

Each day, they trot the coiffed/ and painted cadavers across the stage.

Wake up! But it was already too late for Charles.

I turned on the television last night, and one of the networks had a segment about a girl with no nose.

far beyond the far beyond sparkles the stars like sparkles

I hear the slightly scratched voice of Joan Baez coming from the record player singing about the junipers in the pale moonlight, applause erupting like hailstone on a corrugated iron roof. I am singing back through the bedroom wall, wishing the

Pain is the saddle which rides me Pain is the cowboy's gun More morphing, please!

The revolution. It found me, and I didn’t even get blown by the bomb.

When his wife left him, a friend told him that resentments were like canceled checks. You weren't going to get your money back.

You would think when a bowl hits a tree the sound would be fierce, a loud clatter as stoneware explodes on birch bark dispersing shards in daffodils and grape muscari, but the noise is gentle, a thudding clink like empty bourbon bottles rattling hollow in…

"Perhaps a divorce?" she continues, thinking of his thin, long hands and how they almost, not quite, but almost, made their usual pattern on her body, remembering having queried many men on what their most erotic sexual encounter was and found that the an