Resident mockery, give us an hour for magic.

...most of the press were vultures descending on the scene for curious America aplomb. Cameras inside the coffin interviewing worms.

How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom?

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun.

All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.

There's nothing wrong with being a large mammal.