#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather
It was hot that night at the reading, which was to be held at St. Mark’s Church. Tammie and I sat in what was used as the dressing room. Tammie found a full-length mirror leaning agains...
Dee Dee had to pick up her son at the airport. He was coming home from England for his vacation. He was 17, she told me, and his father was an ex-concert pianist. But he’d fallen for sp...
do not b other the beagle lying th… away from grass and flowers and pa… dreaming dogdreams, or perhaps dre… nothing, as men do awake; yes, leave him be, in that simple…
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
I had just won $115 from the heads… was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one of th… and had just gotten rid of a very… when there was a knock upon the wo…
in the slow Mexican air I watched… and they cut off his ear, and his… no more terror than a rock. driving back the next day we stopp… and watched the golden red and blu…
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
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
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
as the spirit wanes the form
screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.