#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I came out of the bar and checked the message board. The plane was on time. Katherine was in the air and moving towards me. I sat down and waited. Across from me was a well-groomed woma...
watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down
There were times when Frank and I were friendly with Chuck, Eddie and Gene. But something would always happen (usually I caused it) and then I would be out, and Frank would be partly ou...
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
When I awakened a few hours later, Tanya was not in the bed. It was only 9 am. I found her sitting on the couch drinking out of a pint of whiskey. “I always get up at noon. We’re going ...
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love
Each night as I got ready to go on in, Joyce had my clothing laid out on the bed. Everything was the most expensive money could buy. I never wore the same pair of pants, the same shirt,...
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
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.
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual