The 1960s: A lot of people remember hating President Lyndon Baines Johnson and loving Janis Joplin and Jim Morrison, depending on the point of view. ….

Our names were made for us in another century..

All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds..

There was something dead in my heart. I tried to figure out what it was by the strength of the smell. I knew that it was not a lion or a sheep or a d….

Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords..

Night was coming on in, borrowing the light. It had started out borrowing just a few cents worth of the light, but now it was borrowing thousands of ….

Elizabeth's voice had a door in it. When you opened that door you found another door, and that door opened yet another door. All the doors were nice ….

We looked like a parade barely moving toward YOU MIGHT GET LOST..

I don't know these people and they aren't my flowers..

There are not too many fables about man's misuse of sunflower seeds..

The bookstore was a parking lot for used graveyards. Thousands of graveyards were parked in rows like cars. Most of the books were out of print, and ….

I have always wanted to write a book that ended with the word 'mayonnaise..

I’ll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won’t rain..

The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for more to fall, but that was it.….

I like to think (it has to be!) of a cybernetic ecology where we are free of our labors and joined back to nature, returned to our mammal brot….

We could see the children's toys here and there, and we saw a game that the children had made themselves out of dirt, deer antlers and abalone shells….

Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved, but too many times she slept like a mechanical de….

A sombrero fell out of the sky and landed on the main street of town in front of the mayor, his cousin, and a person out of work. The day was scrubbe….

Boo, Forever Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I'm haunted by all the space that I will live without you..

I thought about it for awhile, hiding it from the rest of my mind. But I didn't ruin my birthday by secretly thinking about it too hard.

I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms $37,000 I’m yours ghosts and all..