Today the tower's flock, the usual birds, flew in a kind of scatter pattern, their paths intricately chaotic, the bunch parting and interweaving like boiling pasta under a pot's lifted lid. It appeare...
Life is fundamentally up for grabs
Let him get stoned, since everybody must.
His ironies were ghoulish now.
Enough of this. Does every conversation with you have to be the director's cut? Get out of the car.
Winter days were static glimpsed between channel flips.
I'm always serious. That's the tragedy of my life.
I met someone who lives in an elevator.
The whole state of Maine is unlocked.
You could harbor a man in your bed or your body, play on his nervous system like Paderewski at the keyboard, and not shift his brain one inch out of the concrete of dogma. (p. 5)
The dentist swiveled on his heels and disappeared, leaving me there to massage my jaw back into feeling after its brief, masochistic marriage to the top of my wooden desk.
How often had that hydrant even been opened? Did you jet water through a car window, what, twice at best? Summer burned just a few afternoons long, in the end.As for flying, Dose never even glanced at...
My heart and the elevator, a plummet inside a plummet.
Minutes died serially into hours. Bruno
I was playing it existential, and maybe a bit stupid, but it was the only way I knew how to play it.
Did he ever--try?'Mingus shrugged. 'He was like you.'What's that mean?'Means he tried.'Of course. The ring was not a neutral tool. It judged its wearer: Aaron Doily flew drunkenly, and Dylan flew like...
You could grow up in the city where history was made and still miss it all.
You can't reclaim a thing that changes as you touch it.
What age is a black boy when he learns he's scary?
Vierte amor en las heridas.