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

had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:

There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...

nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…

the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below

I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...

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

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

“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...

Wednesday night found me at the airport waiting for Iris. I sat around and looked at the women. None of them—except for one or two—looked as good as Iris. There was something wrong with...