#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
my father always said, “early to b… early to rise makes a man healthy,… and wise.” it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our… and we were up at dawn to the smel…
Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
The next thing I knew, I had a young girl from Texas on my lap. I won’t go into details of how I met her. Anyway, there it was. She was 23. I was 36. She had long blonde hair and was go...
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees
An old man asked me for a cigarett… and I carefully dealt out two. Been lookin’ for job. Gonna stand in the sun and smoke.” He was close to rags and rage
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
Lydia’s sister Angela came to town from Utah to see Lydia’s new house. Lydia had made a down payment on a little place and the monthly payments were very low. It was a very good buy. Th...
I see you drinking at a fountain w… blue hands, no, your hands are not… they are small, and the fountain i… where you wrote me that last lette… I answered and never heard from yo…