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, ...

the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn

she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong

crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…

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...

she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite

One night I was coming around the corner after sneaking down to the cafeteria for a pack of smokes. And there was a face I knew. It was Tom Moto! The guy I had subbed with under The Sto...

her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,

very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire

another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen

rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:

there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…

Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark

Well, I took the scheme sheet and I related everything to sex and age. This guy lived in this house with 3 women. He belt-whipped one (her name was the name of the street and her age th...