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

around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now

she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite

here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes

blue fish, the blue night, a blue… everything is blue. and my cats are blue: blue fur, bl… blue whiskers, blue eyes. my bed lamp shines

I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...

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...

my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of

I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls

now the territory is taken, the sacrificial lambs have been sl… as history is scratched again on t… as the bankers scurry to survive, as the young girls paint their hun…