#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
The baby was crawling, discovering the world. Marina slept in bed with us at night. There was Marina, Fay, the cat and myself. The cat slept on the bed too. Look here, I thought, I have...
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
So I was surprised when the phone rang a couple of nights later and it was Cassie. “What are you doing, Hank?” She gave me the address, it was either Westwood or West L. A. “I have plen...
she undressed in front of me keeping her pussy to the front while I lay in bed with a bottle o… beer. where’d you get that wart on
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…