Once upon a valley There came downFrom some goldenblue mountainsA handsome young princeWho was riding a dawncolored horseNames Lordsburg. I love youYou’re my breathing castleGentle so gentleWe’ll live...
I think my mind is going. It is changing into a cranial junkyard. I have a huge pile of rusty tin cans the size of Mount Everest and about a million old cars that are going nowhere but between my ears...
Her hand had a lot of strength gained through the process of gentleness.
What makes you older is when your bones, muscles and blood wear out, when the heart sinks into oblivion and all the houses you ever lived in are gone and people are not really certain that your civili...
خورشید مثل یک سکه پنجاه سنتی خیلی بزرگ بود که یک نفر نفت روش ریخته و کبریت کشیده و روشنش کرده و گفته بیا اینو نگه دار تا من برم یه روزنامه بگیرم بیامو سکه را کف دستم گذاشته و دیگر
The Return of the RiversAll the rivers run into the sea;yet the sea is not full;unto the place from whence the rivers come,thither they return again.It is raining todayin the mountains.It is a warm gr...
She looked so old that she reminded me of a comic book hero of my childhood: The Heap. It was a World War I German pilot who was shot down and lay wounded for months in a bog and was slowly changed by...
Karma Repair Kit Items 1-4.1.Get enough food to eat,and eat it.2.Find a place to sleep where it is quiet,and sleep there.3.Reduce intellectual and emotional noiseuntil you arrive at the silence of you...
It's pretty hard to have faith when everybody is trying to lock you up.
It's good you're happy, she said. She said the word happy as if she were looking at it from a great distance through a telescope.
It would be convenient if one could redesign the past, change a few things here and there, like certain acts of outrageous stupidity, but if one could do that, the past would always be in motion. It w...
In Watermelon Sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar.
If you will die for me,I will die for youand our graves will be like two lovers washingtheir clothes togetherin a laundromat
I feel horrible. She doesn'tlove me and I wander aroundthe house like a sewing machine that's just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
His eyes were like the shoelaces of a harpsichord.
He looked as if he'd got a lot of pleasure out of going ten rounds with your grandmother and making sure she went the whole distance.
He died on his return to New York. He died on the gangplank, just a few feet away from America. He didn't quite make it. His hat did though. It rolled off his head and down the gang-plank and landed,...
Finding is losing something else.I think about, perhaps even mourn,what I lost to find this
Boo, ForeverSpinning like a ghoston the bottom of a top,I'm haunted by allthe space that Iwill live withoutyou.
چرا اصلا با استلا آشنا شدم؟ چرا عاشقش شدم؟ چرا؟ چرا؟ چرا؟ چرا عاشق کسی شدم که شانس رسیدن به او یک در میلیون است؟ مگر چه گناهی کرده ام که مستحق چنین عذابی ام؟