#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…
On Thanksgiving Iris prepared the turkey and put it in the oven. Bobby and Valerie came over for a few drinks but they didn’t stay. It was refreshing. Iris had on another dress, just as...
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…
Upon awakening I got up and used Joanna’s toothbrush, drank a couple of glasses of water, washed my hands and face and got back into bed. Joanna turned around and my mouth found hers. M...
Mongolian coasts shining in light, listen to the pulse of the sun, the tiger is the same to all of us and high oh so high on the branch
there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and… detour and they directed us up int… and traffic was slow and it was ho… we were lost.
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...
There were continual fights. The teachers didn’t seem to know anything about them. And there was always trouble when it rained. Any boy who brought an umbrella to school or wore a rainc...