The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...

think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom

you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the

she wrote me a letter from a small room near the Seine. she said she was going to dancing class, she got up, she said at 5 o’clock in the morning

we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:

An old man asked me for a cigarett… and I carefully dealt out two. Been lookin’ for job. Gonna stand in the sun and smoke.” He was close to rags and rage

The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...

On the elevator up, I was the only white man there. It seemed strange. They talked about the riots, not looking at me. “Jesus,” said a coal black guy, "it’s really something. These guys...

the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side

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

he was easy, fat as a hummingbird and I had him blowing, I jabbed and crossed and took my t… everybody was waiting for the main… drinking beer, and I was thinking

in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with

ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti

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