Poem clipping published in The Baltimore Sun, Maryland, 1924. "I Love Her" She smokes. She paints. She powders. She reads La Vie Parisienne. She drinks... Read More

Since the kiss in the mountains, time is guided on the golden summer of her hands and the ivy swerves. Text by René Char Read More

THE ONLY PEOPLE FOR ME ARE THE MAD ONES, THE ONES WHO ARE MAD TO LIVE, MAD TO TALK, MAD TO BE SAVED, DESIROUS OF... Read More

The way human beings speak is so heartbreaking to me—we never sound the way we want to sound. We’re always stopping ourselves in mid–sentence because... Read More

Our aliveness is our erotic nature. Read More