How many of our most famous novelists, for instance, have bothered to take the two-and-a-half hour flight from Miami and see for themselves what’s going on here? —Lawrence Ferlinghetti I first read Seven Days…
Having a rejuvenating ninety-four minutes On the phone when all alone With Bella Levenshteyn
They are just like me They too want to go as fast as possible And not die On the way
They are just like me They too want to go as fast as possible And not die On the way
They are a bell of mindfulness Reminding me of one of my favorite songs From the Beatles’ Let It Be George singing “I Me Mine”
The following is an excerpt from part 2 of The Book of Mev. By mid-December, Mev had grown very quiet. I’d estimated she was knocked out for 20 hours a day. Was she asleep? …
As I sat there and watched him struggle to go on living, I tried to focus on what the tumor had done with him already. This wasn’t difficult, given that he looked on that stretcher…
As I sat there and watched him struggle to go on living, I tried to focus on what the tumor had done with him already. This wasn’t difficult, given that he looked on that stretcher…
for Sharifa Barakat Headache, the invalid feeling of being sickly and having to take it easy, testiness when things don’t go quite right, annoyance of magnetic gravity, things fall in a pile or slide off…
Arthur Rimbaud, Complete Works Translated by Paul Schmidt And so I come back to the boy-genius, enfant terrible whose Illuminations I bought while at Bellarmine (under the influence of a Kerouac whose words I enjoyed…