#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars
The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
I walked off the job again and the police stopped me for running a red light at Serrano… my mind was rather gone and I stood in a patch of leaves
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 got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break