#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I took Tanya to the airport the next afternoon. We had a drink in the same bar. The high-yellow wasn’t around; all that leg was with somebody else. “No. You love sex and there’s nothing...
Our man was there to meet us, Gary Benson. He also wrote poetry and drove a cab. He was very fat but at least he didn’t look like a poet, he didn’t look North Beach or East Village or l...
I kept getting letters from a lady who lived only a mile or so away. She signed them Nicole. She said she had read some of my books and liked them. I answered one of her letters and she...
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
Fay was all right with the pregnancy. For an old gal, she was all right. We waited around at our place. Finally the time came. “It won’t be long,” she said. “I don’t want to get there t...
strange warmth, hot and cold femal… I make good love, but love isn’t j… sex. most females I’ve known are ambitious, and I like to lie aroun… on large comfortable pillows at 3…
The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...