once we were young at this machine. . . drinking

nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…

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

I drank for the next week. I drank night and day and wrote 25 or 30 mournful poems about lost love. It was Friday night when the phone rang. It was Mercedes. “I got married,” she said, ...

The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...

Tony phoned and told me that Jan had left him but that he was a… helped him he said to think about… like D. H. Lawrence pissed off with life in general bu…

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

red-eyed and dizzy as I the bird came flying all the way from Egypt at 5 o’clock in the morning, and Maria almost stumbled on her s…

a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead

there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone

I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,

Luckily I had auto insurance that paid for a rental car. I drove Katherine to the racetrack in it. We sat in the sundeck at Hollywood Park near the stretch turn. Katherine said she didn...