#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the boys come up the boys climb up the brown pole as the waterheater gurgles in Spanish
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard a long high scream and a quite attractive
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
That night I took Tammie to the harness races. We went upstairs to the second deck and sat down. I brought her a program and she stared at it a while. (At the harness races, past perfor...
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
you know what Li Po said when ask… Artist or Rich? I’d rather be Rich,” he replied,… sitting on the doorsteps of the Rich.”
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…