#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
I am a panther shut up and bellowi… cement walls, and I am angry at bl… evenings without ventilation and I am angry with you, and it wi… like a rose
So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
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...
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.
in the slow Mexican air I watched… and they cut off his ear, and his… no more terror than a rock. driving back the next day we stopp… and watched the golden red and blu…
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their