The novel is a formidable mass, and it is so amorphous – no mountain in it to climb, no Parnassus or Helicon, not even a Pisgah. It is most distinctly one of the moister areas...

… and I realise the only way to tell the others is through the way my voice can take these broken wordsand turn it into music. Turn it into poetry.And I sing to make myself...

A man cannot impart the true feeling of things to others unless he himself has experienced what he is trying to tell of.

He said that he felt that there was a book hidden between us. Some small thing lodged between a rib or a summer. and He wanted to find it.

Solace of Silencesurreal synapsesof a melancholy dronea dream per chanceshe dared not be alone…

The joyous clamor in my mind drowned out the strange sound outside the car: a humming noise that was gathering speed and growing louder, a roar that was not the waves curling up the beach.

And I do. I do wonder, I think about it all the time. What it would be like to kill myself. Because I never really know, I still can’t tell the difference, I’m never quite...

watch me”for I never did this to fit inor stand outbut to live.

And you might try to hide or protect yourself, or compare the different states of love,but you must not grow up, must not act wise when it comes to love.You must stay foolish and fall...

You couldn’t make up something that looked so right.

Just take my hand, lead, dance with me…and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free…where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again…in long...

Chainschains that hold me to the groundchains that keep me solidly boundchains that tether my heart to youchains that hold only one truth…

Note, to-day, an instructive, curious spectacle and conflict. Science, (twin, in its fields, of Democracy in its)—Science, testing absolutely all thoughts, all works, has already burst well upon the world—a sun, mounting, most illuminating, most...

Madness is loving the unsolvable puzzle of your soul and replacing the lost pieces with my own.

Despite my affection for subtext and plot and prose at its best… life, it turns out, is nothing more than the finer details.

I’m learning persistence and the closing of doors, the way the seasons come and go as I keep walking on these roads, back and forth, to find myself in new time zones, new arms with...

And perhaps, I’m a Tuesday night and you’re a Wednesday morning the way we’ll never even notice how we blend into each other.

Prose is architecture and the Baroque age is over.

Lollypop…the passion contained merely kissesplaced upon lips, neck and cheekthese young lovers of the castleof which our fairytale speaks…

Do You BelieveDo you believethat I have loved yousince the dawn of time?Do you believethat we were destinedto be intertwined?…

. . . I suppose one starts out, as a child, being romantic and dreaming of adventure. Poetic. Then reality comes along, and with it, a whole lot of prose.

Raz was one of those vanguard human beings of indeterminate ethnicity, the magnificent mutts that I hope we are all destined to become given another millennium of intermixing. His skin was a rich pecan color...

I was never afraid of the dark and I spent my youth walking through empty playgrounds at midnight, worried mothers telling girls to be careful and ”the world is an ugly place and not everyone...

I was amazed by the fact that I was not the only writer living, not the only young man “with a locomotive in his chest, and that’s a fact,” not the only youth with a...

She told me there was a place on my face she wanted to inhale.

MotherHushed and sacred silencefills the dawning skyI ponder in this momentof our journey which is nigh…

The library was my only blessing. Every time I climbed the stairs, my heart lifted. All day, I looked forward to the happy hours I spent in that beautiful room. My guilt over appa’s fate...

You never turn away family, no matter how f***ed up they are.

I used the word ‘prose’ in the Trans-Siberian in the early Latin sense of prosa dictu. Poem seemed to me too pretentious, too narrow. Prose is more open, popular.

My favorite place in the world is next to you.

Berlin’s getting dark before it’s getting late.

In the glowing evenings embedded within pearl sands of my Utopian lands and the skies dazzling with the beauty of a thousand melodic rainbows, feeling your tender touch, hearing your luring voice, merged with your...

Soul SisterEvoking all my inner goodnesswith bastions of timeI cradle your heartsisterly into mine…

Und wenn mir nachts die Sonne scheintist niemand dader mit mir weint

You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.

Outside our small safe place flies mystery.

I am not a finished poem, and I am not the song you’ve turned me into. I am a detached human being, making my way in a world that is constantly trying to push me...

A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up towards the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-coloured...

Kroni i katunditShtegu qi çon te kroni asht shetija e katundarvet. Buzë mbramje me buljere në krah, dalin gra e vajza për me mbushun uj në krue. Ndeshen udhës shoqe me shoqe e shëndrrojnë dy...

Depths of Friendship…under fathoms deepof dark and bitter coldan eerie oscillationreverberated brash and bold…

Do You Believe…on this road of lifeon this dayI take younow husband and wife…

In a tired time, with the light outside drifting away for another day and the lights inside flickering as they come to life, I cup my hands together and prepare to give thanks … to...

But I was youngand didn’t know betterand someone should have told me to capture every secondevery kiss & every nightBecause now I’m sitting here alone and it’s getting really hard to breath because tears are...

I am a complicated person with a simple life.

I am young now and can look upon my body and soul with pride. But it will be mangled soon, and later it will begin to disintegrate, and then I shall die, and die conclusively....

He left the next morning, searching for a city with light that reminded him of me. He would mail me empty envelopes and boxes, I would take them into my closet, shut the door, and...

White IrisThe iris danced acrossthe ancient Grecian skiesgliding with her embossedsatiny milken sides …

I suppose that’s how it looks in prose. But it’s very different if you look at it through poetry…and I think it’s nicer…’ Anne recovered herself and her eyes shone and her cheeks flushed… ‘to...

It’s too short,’ she said, ‘ever so much too short.’ Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, half-way down, in the darkness, in the shaft which ran from the sunlight to the depths,...

We are all running towards a destination which doesn’t exist. On our way, dogs of life keep barking at us where we respond to some and some we throw stones at. Every dog teaches a...