my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of

The 5th grade was a little better. The other students seemed less hostile and I was growing larger physically. I still wasn’t chosen for the homeroom teams but I was threatened less. Da...

I blacked out after that. I guess I had consumed more whiskey than I thought. I don’t remember arriving at Nicole’s. I awakened in the morning with my back to somebody in a strange bed....

they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.

to be writing poetry at the age of 50 like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;

the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.

is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power

we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wino who beat her every

I began getting dizzy spells. I could feel them coming. The case would begin to whirl. The spells lasted about a minute. I couldn’t understand it. Each letter was getting heavier and he...

beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the sheets

these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar along…

I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades

he used to sell papers in front: Get your winners! Get rich on a dime!” and about the 3rd or 4th race you’d see him rolling in on his rotten b… with roller skates underneath.