Warm fog swirled in the canyon as we gradually descended. A hundred feet in front of us everything was lost in the fog and a hundred feet behind us everything was lost in the fog. We were walking in a...
Sanırım kim olduğumu merak edip duruyorsun, ama sürekli bir adı olmayanlardanım. Adım sana bağlı. Aklından ne geçerse bana öyle seslen. Çok eskiden olmuş bir şey düşünüyorsan; diyelim biri sana bir so...
He looked ninety years old for thirty years and then he got the notion that he would die, and did so.
The cat's purring was the motor that ran the Japanese woman's dreaming.
I’ll affect you slowlyas if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants.It won’t rain.
I didn't know the full dimensions of forever, but I knew it was longer than waiting for Christmas to come.
I had become so quiet and so small in the grass by the pond that I was barely noticeable, hardly there. I sat there watching their living room shining out of the dark beside the pond. It looked like a...
Her hair dreamt about being very carefully combed in the morning.
She had a beautiful laugh which was like rain water pouring over daffodils made from silver.
In Watermelon Sugar deeds were done
I daydream about a high school where everybody plays the harmonica: the students, the teachers, the principal, the janitor and the cook in the cafeteria.
Once upon a time there was a dwarf knight who only had fifty words to live in and they were so fleeting that he only had time to put on a suit of armor and ride swiftly on a black horse into a very we...
What we eat is funny and what we drink is even more hilarious: turkeys, Gallo port, hot dogs, watermelons, Popeyes, salmon croquettes, frappes, Christian Brothers port, orange rye bread, canteloupes,...
You're not fooling anyone by taking your clothes off when you go to bed.
We could see the children's toys here and there, and we saw a game that the children had made themselves out of dirt, deer antlers and abalone shells, but the game was so strange that only children co...
Moonlight drifts from overA hundred thousand milesTo fall upon a cemeteryIt reads a hundred epitaphs
30 cents, two transfers, loveThinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two transfers before discovering
Put the coffee on, bubbles, I'm coming home
I have emotionsthat are like newspapers thatread themselves.I go for days at a timetrapped in the want ads.I feel as if I am an adfor the sale of a haunted house:18 rooms$37,000I'm yoursghosts and all...
Excuse me, I said. I thought you were a trout stream.I'm not, she said.