I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.

is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown

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...

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

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…

terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat

the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…

But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....

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...

they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a

I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot

Lydia liked parties. And Harry was a party-giver. So we were on our way to Harry Ascot’s. Harry was the editor of Retort, a little magazine. His wife wore long see-through dresses, show...