3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!

twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the

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.

think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom

he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.

welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot… fired.

We were eating meatballs and spaghetti. My problems were always discussed at dinner time. Dinner time was almost always an unhappy time. I didn’t answer my father’s question. “Henry, an...

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

Our English teacher, Miss Gredis, was the absolute best. She was a blonde with a long sharp nose. Her nose wasn’t much good but you didn’t notice it when you looked at the rest of her. ...

the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs

The next day Katherine phoned me. She said she had the tickets and would be landing at L.A. International Friday at 2:30 pm. “Katherine,” I said, “there’s something I’ve got to tell you...