Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.

Mongolian coasts shining in light, listen to the pulse of the sun, the tiger is the same to all of us and high oh so high on the branch

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...

big black beard tells me that I don’t feel terror I look at him

the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever

I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead

New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...

you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the

Back at Chelsey High it was the same. One group of seniors had graduated but they were replaced by another group of seniors with sports cars and expensive clothes. I was never confronte...

there was a frozen tree that I wan… but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a g… at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a co…

I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades

and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college

it is like this when you slip down, done like a wound-up victrola (you remember those?) and you go downtown