Tag: river

But nothing happened except that ordinary life came back
You might envision a better life for yourself
Gone fishin’
You can’t get out of it
They didn’t have the least interest in me
There is no law for him to be an outlaw from
There are no windows
Loneliness is a mask
The orange light looks like a gasoline fire
Let’s go someplace else
How much is real and how much is imagined?
So many people stayed in bed on cloudy days
Even catalog clothing fit him well, a girlfriend had once commented
What luck to know a good and honest man
A person’s not supposed to go through life with absolutely nobody
She had been incapable of acting differently
In spite of the raincoat he was soaked
This afternoon I came here and buried fifty books below the water
Gone fishing
Still and all, there’s no two men the same
As I glance downriver I see a flotilla of watermen’s boats approaching
But they were off on a river cruise today
For some reason, the background seems to have gone silent
They don’t give you a manual
We are warm, slow, and sensual guys
A man with a phone clamped between his ear and his shoulder
There was perfect silence from the other men
A massive, blocky modern sculpture sits over the door
The people come awake and begin to burn coal
A loud, wild, shaking voice
I should explain about the tents
His math let him down again
The scientific life is fraught with peril
He had large hands
You must be alive