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

with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little

The subs themselves made Jonstone possible by obeying his impossible orders. I couldn’t see how a man of such obvious cruelty could be allowed to have his position. The regulars didn’t ...

they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers

if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?

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

I had been corresponding with Tanya and on the evening of January 5th she phoned. She had a high excited sexy voice like Betty Boop used to have. “I’m flying down tomorrow evening. Will...

am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…

we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;

I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...

I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift

After dinner or lunch or whatever it was—with my crazy 12 hour night I was no longer sure what was what—I said, "Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me...

The ultra-violet ray machine clicked off. I had been treated on both sides. I took off the goggles and began to dress. Miss Ackerman walked in. “Not yet,” she said, “keep your clothes o...