places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?

the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely

half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the

My father always ran the neighborhood kids away from our house. I was told not to play with them but I walked down the street and watched them anyhow. “Hey, Heinie!” they yelled, “Why d...

you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…

In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...

That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...

dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.

she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these

the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs

There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...

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