it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain

her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,

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...

he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes

oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”

The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...

is a highrise apt. next door and he beats her at night and she… and I see her the next day standing in the driveway with curl… and she has her huge buttocks jamm…

I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,

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

Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...

my moustache is pasted-on and my wig and my eyebrows and even my eyes... then something stuns me... the lampshades swing, I hear

the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn

I stop my car at the signal I see her walking past the graveya… as she walks past the iron fence I can see through the iron fence and I see the headstones

re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat