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

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

we tried to hide it in the house s… neighbors wouldn’t see. was difficult, sometimes we both h… be gone at once and when we return… there would be excreta and urine a…

she had huge thighs and a very good laugh she laughed at everything and the curtains were yellow and I finished

it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs

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.”

I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...

you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…

people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...

it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind

stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear

I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...