naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves

this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into

“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone

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...

Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...

don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem

in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;

man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.

I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and

well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,

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

she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and

he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes