I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world

There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…

ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed

A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...

the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its

it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or

it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain

call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.

The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...

she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these

swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current

Tammie came by that night. She appeared to be high on uppers. “I want some champagne,” she said. Then the phone rang. It was Lydia. “I just wondered how you were doing. ...” “You know D...

Bobby and Valerie came by and I introduced everybody around. “Valerie and I are going to take a vacation and rent rooms by the seashore in Manhattan Beach,” said Bobby. “Why don’t you g...