#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather
the legs are gone and the hopes—th… and I haven’t shaved in sixteen da… but the mailman still makes his ro… water still comes out of the fauce… myself with glazed and milky eyes…
see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…
Bobby’s wife worked two nights a week and when she was gone he got on the telephone. I knew that on Tuesday and Thursday nights he would be lonely. It was Tuesday night when the phone r...
they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way
at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...
a great white light dawns across t… continent as we fawn over our failed traditi… often kill to preserve them or sometimes kill just to kill.
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
as the spirit wanes the form
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio