Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...

it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...

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

these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…

sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;

When I awakened a few hours later, Tanya was not in the bed. It was only 9 am. I found her sitting on the couch drinking out of a pint of whiskey. “I always get up at noon. We’re going ...

the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.

Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...

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;

our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.

beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…