my doctor has just come into his o… from surgery. he meets me in the men’s john. “God damn,” he says to me, “where did you find her? oh, I jus…

once we were young at this machine. . . drinking

kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…

sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine

are we going to the movies or not? she asked him. all right, he said, let’s go. I’m not going to put any pan ties… so you can finger-fuck me in the

But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....

Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.

I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered

re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat

I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...

the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever

there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone

I walked into the counselor’s office. It was Eddie Beaver sitting behind the desk. The clerks called him “Skinny Beaver.” He had a pointed head, pointed nose, pointed chin. He was all p...