#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
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...
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh
he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
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…
So I was surprised when the phone rang a couple of nights later and it was Cassie. “What are you doing, Hank?” She gave me the address, it was either Westwood or West L. A. “I have plen...
I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.
So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and there we were. We rented a little house up on a hill, and then Joyce got this stupid moralistic thing. “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to...
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side