There's no quick, easy fix. It's hard, hard fucking work. It's bathtubs of coffee. It's a mind like a furnace, a forge. It's regiments....

So far as I was concerned, there were two kinds of loneliness. The first bore the devastation of loss and the leeching quality of need....

Purpose. Way. I love the wild rose’s thorns with a child’s foolery. Were I madder than men with tall green hats… Scratch. And the vinyls...

It was almost midnight now. I stared tiredly out from the car at a stark, leafless tree that tore abruptly up through the soft grey of...

That wildly indignant flame, bursting in its fetters, has now burnt to a solitary crisp. I have seen the oceans surge and die. I have...

Need to birth the daughter of the clock never can produce that silent peace— that of sons who gloat their deathless stock woven of a...

I lie on the bed, boiling green and sour, bitter, tasteless love all over my hands and neck. I am closer than a pin needle to murdering a...

Exeunt, by themes of lasting must I remain so? Those thrush, that brook, do not perceive this agony as I lay splayed over huge tablets...

this night, she has whittled me to my bones and not cleaned those, left me to dry in the starless night and the stars who do arrive,...

Thou art no sun ascending, no great light, but merely darkness leaving—all the rags of deadened moons in stony sleep removed as columns...