half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town

in the slow Mexican air I watched… and they cut off his ear, and his… no more terror than a rock. driving back the next day we stopp… and watched the golden red and blu…

Then some men came around and ripped out every other water– fountain. “Hey, look, what the hell are they doing?” I asked. I was in the 3rd class flat section. I walked over to another c...

a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,

Lydia had two children; Tonto, a boy of 8, and Lisa, the little girl of 5 who had interrupted our first fuck. We were together at the table one night eating dinner. Things were going we...

he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about

Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.

The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...

I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake

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