Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.

The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for more to fall, but that was it. The entire storm was two flakes.

I’ll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won’t rain.

Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but too many times she slept like a mechanical deer in my caresses, and I ached in the metal silence of her dreams.

He learned about life at sixteen, first from Dostoevsky and then from the whores of New Orleans.

Boo, Forever Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I'm haunted by all the space that I will live without you.

There are seductions that should be in the Smithsonian Institute, right next to The Spirit of St. Louis.