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Let Me Stay with You

“It’s so unfair being accused of doing something you didn’t do.”

Letter from Mexico

The talk was heady, but the conversations were dead-ends.

Letter to El Mateo

My first girl, only sixteen year and she go, she run away to you.

Letters to a Young Writer

What can be done to interest a younger audience in fiction?

Letters to a Young Writer

We lived below the poverty level. I wasn’t allowed to desire objects.

Letters to a Young Writer

Letters to a Young Writer

Revision is not a sanction to get the head and the will involved.

Letters to a Young Writer

The main thing a poet tries to do, above all things, is to write a poem.

Letters to a Young Writer

In the best fiction, there exists a palpable sense of discovery.

Letters to a Young Writer

The best writers talk a story the way they put it down on the page.

Liability

You decide that in this city all things are possible, even happiness.

Liars

Be honest. Writing is about honesty, and articulating that honesty.

Liars

Be honest. Writing is about honesty, and articulating that honesty.

Liberty Lanes

Robin Troy

Lieutenant Mason

That’s how a lifetime passes, closing the wound, a million stitches.

Life with Mme. Colette, Famous Writer, Anti-Semite, Beloved Friend

I take a sip of Turkish coffee and wrinkle my nose, like a baby.

Life Work

For Henry Moore there is not only the best day but the worst.

Lightning Takes the Form of Hope

Don’t worry baby, that’s just the way things be sometimes.

Like Night Catching Jackrabbits in Its Barbed Wire

It’s hard to save your own life, to take such extreme measures alone.

Linoleum

She was so beautiful and sweet to us. I remember she laughed a lot.

Listen Up

she had big eyes, the better to see right through a person.

Listening to Angels

Abe shot himself, first year out of high school. Assholes said he was queer.

Literature as Pleasure, Pleasure as Literature

“A book is an ax,” Franz Kafka once said, “for the frozen sea within.”

Little Fuckers

“Leaving for war, Hayes wept. He didn’t just cry; he wept...”

Little Me

I felt that Teddy occupied a range below acceptability, even among boys.

Little Song

I’m the astronomer unable to lower his telescope, or look away.

Little White Birds

I began to look for evidence of my father’s duplicity in his body.

Live Dangerously!

Live Dangerously! If you get hurt, the suffering will bring a new being.

Loading a Boar

A goddam mean big sonofabitch boar rooted me in the stomach.

Long Run

Each evening spent guessing which hemisphere the moon might wreck.