I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of

after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,

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

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

I was asked to give a reading at a famous nightclub, The Lancer, on Hollywood Boulevard. I agreed to read two nights. I was to follow a rock group, The Big Rape, each night. I was getti...

now the territory is taken, the sacrificial lambs have been sl… as history is scratched again on t… as the bankers scurry to survive, as the young girls paint their hun…

the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed

There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...

in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall

another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen

had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a

Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...

the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from

The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...

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...