Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker

they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.

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...

all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have

monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…

look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car

it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?

I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...

R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...

16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—