Finally there’s someone I mightand have and could one day want again, or tarry—
In remote northwest Myanmar, the traditional home to the headhunting Naga tribes, skulls are harder and harder to find.
Yesterday I shared a cab with a priestwho said it was a fine day to ride cross town
If you leaned overthe peeling window ledge,one tower of Notre Dame
That hazy, faintly discernible glow,already half erased,lodged in the corners of the night
You smiled, slumped in your chair.I was reclining. We talked butnot much was said. It was the day
