Agoraphobia
- Gypsy fires on the moor.
- My cancer is like a friend who screens me from those parts of the world from which I choose to disengage.
- By the time I return the little homeless girl has nodded out...
- Martyr to her own beauty and the cruelty of others.
- Smoke. Black, gray, white.
- How the mouse felt...
- Three peculiar ideologies of the work which artists do.
- i live in a big house but i hide in a small room
- It rained while she died.
- Sink into the sand, my Valentine rose.
- Oh no! An error occurred!
- Subject: dress up Mondays.
- I saw him on the bus one morning with a teenage girl in braces.
- Whatever it is King Jerry sells, his customers do require.
- There was a night when she glowed in the dark.
- Black curtains, black towels, black sheets...
- In the dust on the old man's shelves...
- Haight Street emo...
- At lunch one day she leapt to my ear...
- We were driving west on I-10, from Austin back to California.
- I feel as old...
- 1992, bus stop, Larkin and Hayes.
- With her sister at the aquarium.
- City buses, subway trains. Motion and mass.
- Midnight in the City of Cardbaord.
- On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves...
- Slips in the shower...
- Rose, lovely and helpful, stands friendly behind the reception desk.
- The way she leaves half-full ashtrays at points around the house...
- Faux Etruscan amphorae on a shelf above the door.
- Thin boys in a '68 Chevy Nova, canary yellow.
- Matted tail. Yellow mucus hardening at the corners of his mouth.
- They let her go at the end of a working day...
- Her resentment at the way stupid Americans pronounce her name:
- She came home to find her girlfriend unconscious on the couch...
- Sad, eaten away.
- Cigarette ashes inside her car, thick like gray-white slush...
- Rain of frogs.
- Afternoon sunlight on a pasture outside Hebo, Oregon.
- I saw his fingers tremble at the ticket counter.
- Market Street sidewalk, late afternoon. Angry light, angry shadows.
- He walks with raised elbows, as if they were resting on fence posts to either side.
- She lost her virginity on a college field trip to the countryside outside Chiang Mai...
- she has child's fingers
- Blood.
- False peace.
- Mark the miles with melatonin...
- "Story" as reactionary literary ideology.
- Midnight in the City of Cardboard.
- Jeans jacket, acne scars, ocean breeze on the rocks.
- Print dress...
- She's more lost than me.
- She's at ease in conversation.
- I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of
- Notes on Rereading the Masks of God
- Rain, merely.
- Eaten by ants.
- The universe dies from its own momentum...
- From among the gray-white headstones a thin string dances.