16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young

My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...

she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite

it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs

he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about

I saw a vacancy sign in the window in front of a rooming-house, had the cabby pull up. I paid him and walked up on the front porch, rang the bell. I had one black eye from the fight, an...

oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”

The toughest in the station. Apartment houses with boxes that had scrubbed-out names or no names at all, under tiny lightbulbs in dark halls. Old ladies standing in halls, up and down t...

turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill

listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...

they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way

he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his

I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...

Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...