#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and
The toughest in the station. Apartment houses with boxes that had scrubbed-out names or no names at all, under tiny lightbulbs in dark halls. Old ladies standing in halls, up and down t...
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
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...
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of
I was the last one off the plane and there was Joanna Dover. “Joanna, let’s have a Bloody Mary while we wait for my baggage. Oh hell, I don’t have any baggage. But let’s have a Bloody M...
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
I took it home, opened the beer, got into bed and began. It started well. It was about how Janko had lived in small rooms and starved while trying to find a job. He had trouble with the...