Misanthropy Today

now, if you were teaching creative writing, he asked, what would you tell them? I’d tell them to have an unhappy love affair, hemorrhoids, bad teeth and to drink cheap wine, to keep switching the head of their bed from wall to wall and then I’d tell them to have another unhappy love affair and never to use a silk typewriter ribbon, avoid family picnics or being photographed [...]

a poem for swingers, a poem for the playgirls of the universe I like women who haven’t lived with too many men. I don’t expect virginity but I simply prefer women who haven’t been rubbed raw by experience. there is a quality about women who choose men sparingly; it appears in their walk in their eyes in their laughter and in their gentle hearts. women [...]