drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight

vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose

On Thanksgiving Iris prepared the turkey and put it in the oven. Bobby and Valerie came over for a few drinks but they didn’t stay. It was refreshing. Iris had on another dress, just as...

the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives

looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in

schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun

One morning about 10 a.m. the phon… I recognized the voice and began t… “Yes, yes, Miss Graves, but go on… “So therefore we have notified the… “And you are scheduled to throw yo…

We came in low over Kansas City, the pilot said the temperature was 20 degrees, and there I was in my thin California sports coat and shirt, lightweight pants, summer stockings, and hol...

I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.

my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of

there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone

The first three or four days at Mears-Starbuck were identical. In fact, similarity was a very dependable thing at Mears-Starbuck. The caste system was an accepted fact. There wasn’t a s...

all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.

he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle