A couple of nights later Becker walked in. I guess my parents gave him my address or he located me through the college. I had my name and address listed with the employment division at ...

turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill

I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this

My father always ran the neighborhood kids away from our house. I was told not to play with them but I walked down the street and watched them anyhow. “Hey, Heinie!” they yelled, “Why d...

he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.

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

I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...

at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table

call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh

big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds

It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grand...