#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
Then I was called down to personnel at the old Federal Build– ing. They let me sit the usual 45 minutes or hour and one half. The man walked me back to a desk. There sat this woman. She...
I began getting dizzy spells. I could feel them coming. The case would begin to whirl. The spells lasted about a minute. I couldn’t understand it. Each letter was getting heavier and he...
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
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.
There were times when Frank and I were friendly with Chuck, Eddie and Gene. But something would always happen (usually I caused it) and then I would be out, and Frank would be partly ou...
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
When I awakened a few hours later, Tanya was not in the bed. It was only 9 am. I found her sitting on the couch drinking out of a pint of whiskey. “I always get up at noon. We’re going ...
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was—with my crazy 12 hour night I was no longer sure what was what—I said, "Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me...
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these