for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there

then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.

At Mt. Justin, biology class was neat. We had Mr. Stanhope for our teacher. He was an old guy about 55 and we pretty much dominated him. Lilly Fischman was in the class and she was real...

Not much happened during the rest of her stay. We drank, we ate, we fucked. There were no arguments. We took long drives down along the shore, ate at seafood cafes. I didn’t bother with...

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...

my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him

I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered

drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the

The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under the...

they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers

unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant