Then I started attending Mt. Justin Jr. High. About half the guys from Delsey Grammar School went there, the biggest and toughest half. Another gang of giants came from other schools. O...

she wrote me a letter from a small room near the Seine. she said she was going to dancing class, she got up, she said at 5 o’clock in the morning

as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore

our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.

we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;

I had agreed to give a reading up north. It was the afternoon before the reading and I was sitting in an apartment at the Holiday Inn drinking beer with Joe Washington, the promoter, an...

this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time

yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like

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

twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the