#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
Lydia phoned me in the morning. “Whenever you get drunk,” she said, “I’m going out dancing. I went to the Red Umbrella last night and I asked men to dance with me. A woman has a right t...
Wednesday night found me at the airport waiting for Iris. I sat around and looked at the women. None of them—except for one or two—looked as good as Iris. There was something wrong with...
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…
the hearse comes through the room… the beheaded, the disappeared, the… mad. the flies are a glue of sticky pas… their wings will not
he came to the door one night wet… terrorized white cross-eyed tailless cat took him in and fed him and he sta… grew to trust me until a friend dr…
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would
I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar
the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...