#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
The 5th grade was a little better. The other students seemed less hostile and I was growing larger physically. I still wasn’t chosen for the homeroom teams but I was threatened less. Da...
Abe Mortenson was had enough to be around but he was just a fool. You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn’t deceive anybody. It’s the deceivers who make y...
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
The ultra-violet ray machine clicked off. I had been treated on both sides. I took off the goggles and began to dress. Miss Ackerman walked in. “Not yet,” she said, “keep your clothes o...
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
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.
One morning a few days later I entered Lydia’s courtyard as she was walking in from the alley. She had been over to see her friend Tina who lived in an apartment house on the corner. Sh...
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
I walked into the counselor’s office. It was Eddie Beaver sitting behind the desk. The clerks called him “Skinny Beaver.” He had a pointed head, pointed nose, pointed chin. He was all p...
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles