they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers

places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?

Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...

The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...

at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window

you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands

My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...

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...

she sits on the floor going through a cardboard box reading me love letters I have wri… while her 4 year old daughter lies… wrapped in a pink blanket and

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

at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a