#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
Wednesday night found me at the airport waiting for Iris. I sat around and looked at the women. None of them—except for one or two—looked as good as Iris. There was something wrong with...
So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
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...
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...
I was coming off an affair that ha… frankly, I was sliding down into a… really feeling shitty and low when I lucked into this lady with… covered with a jeweled canopy
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…
R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...