Soft as tin,         Melting in the rain, Melting and dripping down, Soft as stones that are limp,         That can be bent into shapes And then stretched out Soft as bones,         Mashed into paste, Mixed with pale milk, Soft as crystal,         Dug from the sweet soil, Slowly stirred, It is soft as these:         The moon on a warm, wet...Learn More

Stung by a jewel;         Piercing the hand, Clinging against the flesh. Stung by a jewel!         The point deep into the hand, Driven in and allowed. Stung by a jewel!         The child shouts out, Shattering the jewel. Amber bottle-caps rain down,         Fragments of grief Lost in the ground....Learn More

“In a giant, empty, decaying building which had once housed thousands, a single TV set hawked its wares to an uninhabited room. This ownerless ruin had, before World War Terminus, been tended and maintained. Here had been the suburbs of San Francisco, a short ride by monorail rapid transit; the entire peninsula had chattered like a bird tree with...Learn More

Philosophy is an old web,         Long deserted, The dreams The spider wove into it         Glimmer weakly during night. In the sun they are only this:         Fragments of dread leaves....Learn More