#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
I see old people on pensions in th… supermarkets and they are thin and… proud and they are dying they are starving on their feet an… nothing. long ago, among other lie…
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
Every night was about the same. I’d drive along the coast looking for a place to have dinner. I wanted an expensive place that wasn’t too crowded. I developed a nose for those places. I...
So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...
the boys come up the boys climb up the brown pole as the waterheater gurgles in Spanish
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
one of the first actors to play Ta… Motion Picture Home. he’d been there for years waiting… he spent much of his time running in and out of the wards
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
I remember the Model-T. Sitting high, the running boards seemed friendly, and on cold days, in the mornings, and often at other times, my father had to fit the hand-crank into the front...
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every