“‘I chose you. Nobody gave you to me. Nobody said that’s the one for you. I picked you out. Wrong time, yep, and doing wrong by my wife. But the picking, the choosing. Don’t ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn’t fall in love, I rose in it. I saw you [...]
Quicksand
“Annoyed, but still hanging, for the sake of the twenty-five dollars, to her self-control, Helga gave her head a little toss and flung out her hands in a helpless, beaten way. Then she shrugged. What did it matter? ‘Oh, well, if you really want to know. I assure you, it’s nothing interesting. Or nasty,’ she [...]
Lunch Poems
If you’re a big fan of New York, or mid-sixties pop culture, the O’Hara poems collected in Lunch Poems are indispensable. If not, there is less reason to jump on a copy. Most of Lunch Poems are meandering and groundless almost to the point of being schizophrenic. I do not have to make perfect sense [...]
