#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of
The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...
in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes de cades to realize this and most often
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
It was Christmas season and I learned from the drunk up the hill, who did the trick every Christmas, that they would hire damned near anybody, and so I went and the next thing I knew I ...
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
Again I was on a new route. The Stone always put me on hard routes, but now and then, due to the circumstances of things, he was forced to place me on one less murderous. Route 511 was ...
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…