But somewhere in America, between the freeways and the Food-4-Less, between the filling stations and the 5-o-‘clock news, behind the blue blinking light coming off the TV, there is a space, an empty space, between...

The locust has no kingJust noise and hard languageThey talk me over

Her hands crept around his neck, tangling in his hair to keep him closer, even though she knew that beautiful boys with expiration dates couldn’t be held, only borrowed for a time.

Potential enemies make the best friends and lovers. Many a blessed union begins in adversity.

In the molten fire where he lay he could watch the slow machinations of eternity, the cosmic miracle of each second being born, eggshaped, silverplated, phallic, time thrusting itself gleaming through the worn and worthless...

When we became teenagers boredom grew like a moth in a cocoon fighting to escape, and the peace created by our parents became a prison. We sought excitement and adventure. We sought anything but the...