I was back in L.A. about a week and a half. It was night. The phone rang. It was Cecelia, she was sobbing. “Hank, Bill is dead. You’re the first one I’ve called.” “I’m so glad you came ...

John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;

drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.

unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant

she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and

remember, he told me, that when I… years old my mother was always tak… to the doctor and saying, “he hasn… she was always asking me, “have yo… pooped?”

when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.

Cleo’s going to make it now she’s got her shit together she split with Barney Barney wasn’t good for her she got a bigger apartment

there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and… detour and they directed us up int… and traffic was slow and it was ho… we were lost.

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

the sun slides down through the sh… have a pair of black shoes and a p… brown shoes. can hardly remember the girls of m… there is numb blood pulsing throug…