these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…

The voices of the people were the same, no matter where you carried the mail you heard the same things over and over again. “You’re late, aren’t you?” “Where’s the regular carrier?” “He...

After English class one day Mrs. Curtis asked me to stay. She had great legs and a lisp and there was something about the legs and the lisp together that heated me up. She was about 32,...

“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”

dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.

red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty

I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...

he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about

I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted

Luckily I had auto insurance that paid for a rental car. I drove Katherine to the racetrack in it. We sat in the sundeck at Hollywood Park near the stretch turn. Katherine said she didn...

I drank for the next week. I drank night and day and wrote 25 or 30 mournful poems about lost love. It was Friday night when the phone rang. It was Mercedes. “I got married,” she said, ...

Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.