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

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

she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...

There was a gang of us down there. 150 or 200. There were tedious papers to fill out. Then we all stood up and faced the flag. The guy who swore us in was the same guy who had sworn me ...

I remember the Model-T. Sitting high, the running boards seemed friendly, and on cold days, in the mornings, and often at other times, my father had to fit the hand-crank into the front...

I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...

it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt

I didn’t know exactly why but Chuck, Eddie, Gene and Frank let me join them in some of their games. I think it started when another guy showed up and they needed three on a side. I stil...

these things that we support most… have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;

in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head

The guide took us all over the building. There were so many of us that they had to break us up into groups. We used the elevator in shifts. We were shown the employee’s cafeteria, the b...