all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.

I remember the Model-T. Sitting high, the running boards seemed friendly, and on cold days, in the mornings, and often at other times, my father had to fit the hand-crank into the front...

16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young

Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...

I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls

light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.

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...

they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age

neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before

she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…

watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down

sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…

with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little

the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives