Quotes from August Kleinzahler

But when Johnny goes outon Johnny's own Timehe's out there doing the only one thing:he's burning off all the stillborn Johnnysthat hatched in his head in the night.And that John, he won't ever come home,not until he's right.

Cities each have a kind of light,a color even,or set of undertonesdetermined by the river or hillsas well as by the stoneof their countless buildings.I cannot yet recall what city this is I'm in.It must be close to dawn.

What sort of life have you led that you find yourself, an adult male of late middle age, about to weep among the avocados and citrus fruits in a vast, overlit room next to a bosomy Cuban Grandma with her sparkly, extravagent eyewear? It's good that your parents are no longer alive.

Outside, the trees do their witchy dance.