murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood

The 5th grade was a little better. The other students seemed less hostile and I was growing larger physically. I still wasn’t chosen for the homeroom teams but I was threatened less. Da...

this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do

sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine

if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?

murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets

my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.

what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case

16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young

old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows

near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their

I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...

I got back, made love to Lydia several times, got in a fight with her, and left L. A. International late one morning to give a reading in Arkansas. I was lucky enough to have a seat by ...

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