I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and

I was back in L.A. about a week and a half. It was night. The phone rang. It was Cecelia, she was sobbing. “Hank, Bill is dead. You’re the first one I’ve called.” “I’m so glad you came ...

We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...

which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her

they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”

the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside

One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...

he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes

Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street

I am driving down Wilton Avenue when this girl of about 15 dressed in tight blue jeans that grip her behind like two hand… steps out in front of my car

red-eyed and dizzy as I the bird came flying all the way from Egypt at 5 o’clock in the morning, and Maria almost stumbled on her s…

That night I took Tammie to the harness races. We went upstairs to the second deck and sat down. I brought her a program and she stared at it a while. (At the harness races, past perfor...

the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.

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