She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...

beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…

this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red… with the brain of a gnat. this one takes speed and has been…

Tammie came by that night. She appeared to be high on uppers. “I want some champagne,” she said. Then the phone rang. It was Lydia. “I just wondered how you were doing. ...” “You know D...

what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case

is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown

the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…

I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…

I was coming off an affair that ha… frankly, I was sliding down into a… really feeling shitty and low when I lucked into this lady with… covered with a jeweled canopy

I had been corresponding with Tanya and on the evening of January 5th she phoned. She had a high excited sexy voice like Betty Boop used to have. “I’m flying down tomorrow evening. Will...

her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,

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, ...

at North Avenue 21 drunk tank you… there was always some guy who woul… way to the crapper and then you would curse him good,… he would know enough to either be…