drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.

what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light

A day or so later I got a poem in the mail from Lydia. It was a long poem and it began: Come out, old troll, Come out of your dark hole, old troll, Come out into the sunlight with us an...

We came in low over Kansas City, the pilot said the temperature was 20 degrees, and there I was in my thin California sports coat and shirt, lightweight pants, summer stockings, and hol...

over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,

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.

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...

we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every

There were times when Frank and I were friendly with Chuck, Eddie and Gene. But something would always happen (usually I caused it) and then I would be out, and Frank would be partly ou...

he came to the door one night wet… terrorized white cross-eyed tailless cat took him in and fed him and he sta… grew to trust me until a friend dr…

absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,