you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.

her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,

I was in the 4th grade when I found out about it. I was probably one of the last to know, because I still didn’t talk to anybody. A boy walked up to “Your mother has a hole . . .”—he to...

since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…

I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",

Lydia phoned me in the morning. “Whenever you get drunk,” she said, “I’m going out dancing. I went to the Red Umbrella last night and I asked men to dance with me. A woman has a right t...

one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer

here I am in the ground my mouth open and

in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and

I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered

there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide

our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.

My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...