see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.

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...

Later in the hospital they were dabbing at my knees with pieces of cotton that had been soaked in something. It burned. My elbows burned too. The doctor was bending over me with a nurse...

near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their

unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant

I got back, made love to Lydia several times, got in a fight with her, and left L. A. International late one morning to give a reading in Arkansas. I was lucky enough to have a seat by ...

take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him

After dinner we came back and we talked. She was a health food addict and didn’t eat meat except for chicken and fish. It certainly worked for her. “Hank,” she said, “tomorrow I’m going...

he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his

no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while

welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot… fired.

In the morning I heard her walkin… It was about 10:30 a.m. I was sic… She shook me. “Listen, I want you… “So what? I’ll screw her too.” “Yeah,” she laughed, “yeah.”

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

Then there were only 6 or 7 of us.… “How you doing on your scheme, Ch… “No trouble at all,” I said. “O.… “Yes, Woodburn.” “Listen, I don’t like to be bothe…