… July 22, 2011 The crown on the Statue of Liberty is 110 and they’re not letting the tourists in. How hot is it? My friend Jeff fried an egg on the sidewalk. The sweat forms like ticklish snails growing … Continue reading

… July 22, 2011 The crown on the Statue of Liberty is 110 and they’re not letting the tourists in. How hot is it? My friend Jeff fried an egg on the sidewalk. The sweat forms like ticklish snails growing … Continue reading
… A man flies freaked-out down the street & past me, he spits out something but I jump A PR kid laughs “Faggot!” from doorway of welfare hotel This is New York hang tough far too many pigeons Over 1 … Continue reading
… A lady’s thrown over the subway, that dark kid In the window, he just stands there, stares I just wear my shirt altho this October morning’s cold 3 guys doing things with bricks, why it’s Joe & Son, Contractors: … Continue reading
… Bill at eighty the sexy man stays sexy all his life his small room awakes to a wide world full of enigmas surely a happy soul we are in distress this is our metaphysics it hurts for a moment … Continue reading
… … On Thursday night I took the 6 uptown to the 92nd Street Y to hear Alice Notley read from her new book, Culture of One. I met Bill Kushner there and after wandering the halls we found the … Continue reading
… Life is a big book on whose edges we write down comments. … … …… … Daniel was a student of mine the summer of 2008. The night before I flew back to the States, I took Daniel and … Continue reading
… April 10th at the Chelsea Square. I have some questions to ask Bill sent to me by several poets and writers. There is a family eating at the next table chattering away happily. Although I fear Bill won’t be … Continue reading
… … My Sisters So what’s love? I’d watch my 2 older sisters Spend hours in front of mirrors, doing things With their lips, incredible! they’d make Their faces look down this way, up that way & why? I’d hear … Continue reading
… The following Saturday, March 20th, was sunny and wonderful. I spent the morning priming my study, hurrying to Janovic Plaza to order some paint, and got over to the Chelsea Square to talk with Bill who arrived looking very … Continue reading
… … I met Bill at the Chelsea Square Restaurant on March 13, 2010 at 3:30 in the afternoon. The day was a stormy downpour. The wind howled down the street first taking one umbrella from me and then the … Continue reading
… Here is Bill reading his poem “Fiction” from his book He Dreams Of Waters. … … Fiction If fiction is necessary what am I doing in this torn dress at this very bus stop he signs in a kind … Continue reading
… Last Saturday, September 4, when the traffic got too noisy at Saint Mark’s, Bill and I walked a few blocks across 14th Street to Stuyvesant Park, on the west side of Second Avenue, sat down on a bench where … Continue reading