since my last name was Fuch, he said to… believe the school yard was tough: they… powder down my neck, threw gravel at me,… with rubber bands in class, and outside… me names, well, one name mainly, over an…

The Stone’s favorite carrier was Matthew Battles. Battles never came in with a wrinkled shirt on. In fact, everything he wore was new, looked new. The shoes, the shirts, the pants, the ...

welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot was fired.

One Sunday Jimmy talked me into going t… to go swimming. I didn’t want to he seen… body. But nobody would notice that. I h… but nobody would see that. I here was nothing to do and I didn’t h…

I only met one student at City College that I liked, Robert Becker. He wanted to be a writer. “I’m going to learn everything there is to learn about writing. It will be like taking a ca...

at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited

I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and used… along the way. I was reading a week or t… Kandel and I did not look quite as pretty but

Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...

Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...

A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...

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

Hugo Wolf went mad while eating an onio… and writing his 253rd song; it was rainy April and the worms came out of the grou… humming Tannhäuser, and he spilled his m… with his ink, and his blood fell out to…

The drilling and squeezing continued for… result. When one boil vanished another w… of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly… my face in disbelief, then turn to exami… horrified. No wonder people stared, no w…

I paid this one’s fare all the way from… to San Francisco then flew up to meet her at her brother’… and I got drunk and talked all night about a redhead, an…

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