#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
he came to the door one night wet… terrorized white cross-eyed tailless cat took him in and fed him and he sta… grew to trust me until a friend dr…
I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
my father always said, “early to b… early to rise makes a man healthy,… and wise.” it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our… and we were up at dawn to the smel…
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would
The 5th grade was a little better. The other students seemed less hostile and I was growing larger physically. I still wasn’t chosen for the homeroom teams but I was threatened less. Da...
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...
I began getting dizzy spells. I could feel them coming. The case would begin to whirl. The spells lasted about a minute. I couldn’t understand it. Each letter was getting heavier and he...
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.