my doctor has just come into his o… from surgery. he meets me in the men’s john. “God damn,” he says to me, “where did you find her? oh, I jus…

Wednesday night found me at the airport waiting for Iris. I sat around and looked at the women. None of them—except for one or two—looked as good as Iris. There was something wrong with...

well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,

no way back to Barcelona. the green soldiers have invaded th… madmen rule Spain and during a heat wave in 1952 I b… no way back to the Rock of Gibral…

self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where

the boy walks with his muddy feet… soul talking about recitals, virtuosi,… the lesser known novels of Dostoev… talking about how he corrected a w…

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

women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.

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...

the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans

we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:

she had huge thighs and a very good laugh she laughed at everything and the curtains were yellow and I finished

the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;

kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…