Literary Catchall

“[It came by] asking myself what shape my longing could take, and what I might do to see my longing through.”

“But I remembered how easily and quickly

“It was in this labyrinth,

“I feel always trembling on the brink of poetry. The almond tree, the birds, the little wood where you are, the flowers you do not see, the open window out of which I lean and dream that you are against my shoulder, and the times that your photograph looks sad. But especially I want to write a kind of long elegy to you . . . perhaps not in poetry. No, perhaps in prose. Almost certainly in a kind of special prose.”

“this forest of branches / is your inheritance”

“Only if you see someone, can you become / someone.”

“A splashed white van appeared from a side road

“What’s ghostlier than gray morning winter light?”

“You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.”

“Ineffable testimonies

“I’d like to know how far

therefore we’ll kiss; for maybe

“God is the river that remakes me in its image. I didn’t know what was waiting on the other side. I swam through it anyway.”

“croon ballads as I displace you”