“What was it like—-being married to Mick Jagger?” – (American journalist) “I had to be a hell of a whore in the bedroom.” – Jerry..

Keep watching those funerals — how they launch black sedans over cemetery landscapes, stop them by a new grave where the body enters orbit around..

I asked you what you wanted me to write and you said it doesn’t matter that you would read it anyway that it could be..

1. Conundrum the saint with the sadness of autumn crickets. Flow your love to what cries unseen. 2. Rattle the linguist with the voices of..

Take a hit.   Watch the moon slip to new moon. Listen to the lady you Work with talk about ghosts, and start to cry..

I Remember me in words Count the syllables. Recount them. Can you see them Kneeling before the universe? I pray in verse To these unruly..

You linger on, Like the scent of a favorite perfume in the rain. I used to try and forget about you, But now all I..

for John Cassavetes   Tippi Hedren would be more nonplussed than me, or you—I can’t remember who is who—but she’s playing herself, hosting Dinner and..

When the crickets have slowed to a crawl, the evening having lost its heat at last, when the neighbors’ houses turn chiaroscuro as you take..

The sagas break like a new moon covered in tickets Hammer camp wow, auto parts and her ankle rehab True stick death, slow seasons, sunswim..

she has inherited her father’s cracking bones and her mother’s dimple   she stands in front of the mirror, Ma’s green dupatta resting against her..

All faces are one—   so worship the bull at the gate, the elephant-headed son, the rising serpent light, and the dark mother’s womb.  ..

Soviet hazardous waste experts spent an estimated $2 billion on the cleanup and threw everything from converted moon rovers to radio-controlled bulldozers at the demolished..

Tomatoes and cucumbers overcome by mint — green beans hanging from gutters — circles around eyes weepy with moonlight. We sit on your porch, gliding..

Twentynine Palms two thousand eleven a salty, old Marine tried to tell me the legend of the Joshua Trees   he spat brown juice from..

It’s all very poetic To gaze at oneself through a cracked mirror But far more tragic To wipe down a faultless one And find your..

sometimes, you reduce him to this: the place at the back of his head where the hairs have begun to fall out still, he becomes..

Circumstantial evidence entertains Thoughts of legitimate rape of the mind and memory Eliciting nomenclature of no men gathered in the recesses Pouncing As if Nothing..

It is the place where, without admixture or confusion, all the places of the world, seen from every angle, coexist. — J L Borges, The..

Next door a rooster inscribes his cry on the living cosmos.   Overnight my hair has become a nest of aluminum foil   to short..

“In this big world of adults, observing with my big round eyes, Mum said we are bound by love and friendship and live together as..