There is a chargeFor the eyeing of my scars, there is a chargeFor the hearing of my heart - It really goes.And there is a charge, a very large charge,For a word or a touchOr a bit of bloodOr a piece o...
The storerooms are full of hearts.This is the city of spare parts.
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,White as a knuckle and terribly upset.It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quietWith the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.
The bell jar hung, suspended, a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air.
That's one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in...
Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.
Secretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing.
Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self - - like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate th...
My heroine would be myself, only in disguise.
Love LetterNot easy to state the change you made.If I'm alive now, then I was dead,Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,Staying put according to habit.You didn't just tow me an inch, no-Nor leave me...
Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.
Life has been a combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.
If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of...
I've been wondering. . . I mean, I thought you might be able to tell me something. Buddy met my eyes and I saw, for the first time, how he had changed. Instead of the old, sure smile that flashed on e...
I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.
I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and thi...
I was a terrible dancer. I couldn't carry a tune. I had no sense of balance, and when we had to walk down a narrow board with our hands out and a book on our heads in gym class I always fell over. I c...
I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
I laid my face to the smooth face of the marble and howled my loss into the cold salt rain.