red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”

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...

he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets

there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…

what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would

she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...

the weather is hot on the back of… which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to un… when the bull goes down

the guy in the front court can’t speak English, he’s Greek, a rather stupid-looking and fairly ugly man. now my landlord does some painting…

once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…

I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the

we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit

Lydia and I were always fighting. She was a flirt and it irritated me. When we ate out I was sure she was eyeballing some man across the room. When my male friends came by to visit and ...

all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have

“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...