the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car

It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...

“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...

I never wear dark shades but this red head went to get a prescription filled on Hollywood… and she kept haggling and working… me, snapping and snarling.

My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...

But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....

what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light

absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,

there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…

out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,

he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about

I am driving down Wilton Avenue when this girl of about 15 dressed in tight blue jeans that grip her behind like two hand… steps out in front of my car