in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.

what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light

I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted

at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a

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

we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and

Lydia had two children; Tonto, a boy of 8, and Lisa, the little girl of 5 who had interrupted our first fuck. We were together at the table one night eating dinner. Things were going we...

The boys on Dorsey station didn’t know my problems. I’d enter through the back way each night, hide my sweater in a tray and walk in to get my timecard: We had a game going, the black-w...

I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over

So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and there we were. We rented a little house up on a hill, and then Joyce got this stupid moralistic thing. “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to...

Our man was there to meet us, Gary Benson. He also wrote poetry and drove a cab. He was very fat but at least he didn’t look like a poet, he didn’t look North Beach or East Village or l...

look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car