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.

I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end.

I'll tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.

It's strange how the simple things in life go on while we become more difficult.

In a Cafe" I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking at the photograph of a dead lover.

There are spiders living comfortably in my house while the wind howls outside. They aren't bothering anybody. If I were a fly, I'd have second thoughts, but I'm not, so I don't.

My teachers could easily have ridden with Jesse James for all the time they stole from me.