I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades

this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a

Then some men came around and ripped out every other water– fountain. “Hey, look, what the hell are they doing?” I asked. I was in the 3rd class flat section. I walked over to another c...

On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...

this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,

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

had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a

The 5th grade was a little better. The other students seemed less hostile and I was growing larger physically. I still wasn’t chosen for the homeroom teams but I was threatened less. Da...

he came to the door one night wet… terrorized white cross-eyed tailless cat took him in and fed him and he sta… grew to trust me until a friend dr…

have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.

I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...