I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.

she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.

Our English teacher, Miss Gredis, was the absolute best. She was a blonde with a long sharp nose. Her nose wasn’t much good but you didn’t notice it when you looked at the rest of her. ...

my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.

I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten

A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...

I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead

The next day Katherine phoned me. She said she had the tickets and would be landing at L.A. International Friday at 2:30 pm. “Katherine,” I said, “there’s something I’ve got to tell you...

We came in low over Kansas City, the pilot said the temperature was 20 degrees, and there I was in my thin California sports coat and shirt, lightweight pants, summer stockings, and hol...

there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me

I kept getting letters from a lady who lived only a mile or so away. She signed them Nicole. She said she had read some of my books and liked them. I answered one of her letters and she...