of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…

knew you were a bad-ass,” he said. you sat in the back of Art class a… you never said anything. then I saw you in that brutal figh… with the guy with the dirty yellow

red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty

majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—

The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...

Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:

this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man

A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...

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

used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.

the boy walks with his muddy feet… soul talking about recitals, virtuosi,… the lesser known novels of Dostoev… talking about how he corrected a w…