#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. I didn’t like what I saw down there. Those men and women had no special daring or brilliance. They wanted what everybod...
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?
I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
he packaged it up neatly in differ… sending the legs to an aunt in St.… the head to a scoutmaster in Brook… the belly to a cross-eyed butcher… the female organs were sent to a y…
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and there was a cat fight outside and I could feel my soul dropping…