#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
So I was surprised when the phone rang a couple of nights later and it was Cassie. “What are you doing, Hank?” She gave me the address, it was either Westwood or West L. A. “I have plen...
Of all the guys left in the neighborhood, Frank was the nicest. We got to be friends, we got to going around together, we didn’t need the other guys much. They had more or less kicked F...
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…
On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
reached up into the top of the clo… and took out a pair of blue pan ti… and showed them to her and asked “are these yours?” and she looked and said,
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my