welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot… fired.

our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.

you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb

I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...

Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...

I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,

this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time

this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man

30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…

sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the

3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!

knew you were a bad-ass,” he said. you sat in the back of Art class a… you never said anything. then I saw you in that brutal figh… with the guy with the dirty yellow

During the second and third grades I still didn’t get a chance to play baseball but I knew that somehow I was developing into a player. If I ever got a bat in my hands again I knew I wo...

I was 50 years old and hadn’t been to bed with a woman for four years. I had no women friends. I looked at them as I passed them on the streets or wherever I saw them, but I looked at t...