Between two worlds possibly more  I sweat it out try to get a grip  On the impermeable— Did I choose  which to  remember / consciously the d...

I. Electric lines stretch from Mendocino to Big Sur where rocks jettison distraction  with their amped wildness.  They clamp fear, culling a...

As the scab forms you can’t keep your hands off and the bleeding starts over this cycle of destruct Unable to control the impulse  to pick y...

  John, didn't think it you'd ever die With that heart shielding everything  About you  How did that fucker misinterpret such a  Was...

Fluttering out of the scant trees dotting city sidewalks you watch the men falling like birds from  famine and disease hunkered in piles the...

She awoke from the capsule gasping for air and naked, exposed. Mechanical eyes on sticks watch her as she steps out, cautious. Amelia Earhar...

                             1983            “He wrote a book?” Sorehead said. “That loser?”               I cringed. Nothing like a worse l...