he was easy, fat as a hummingbird and I had him blowing, I jabbed and crossed and took my t… everybody was waiting for the main… drinking beer, and I was thinking

when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.

Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...

and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love

Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.

the boys come up the boys climb up the brown pole as the waterheater gurgles in Spanish

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,

of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades

“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...

as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend

I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,

these things that we support most… have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;