#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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...
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others
there was a frozen tree that I wan… but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a g… at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a co…
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...
since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.