the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.

I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...

Mongolian coasts shining in light, listen to the pulse of the sun, the tiger is the same to all of us and high oh so high on the branch

“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...

Lydia liked parties. And Harry was a party-giver. So we were on our way to Harry Ascot’s. Harry was the editor of Retort, a little magazine. His wife wore long see-through dresses, show...

I took Tanya to Santa Anita. The current sensation was a 16 year old jockey still riding with his 5 pound bug advantage. He was from the east and was riding at Santa Anita for the first...

live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.

she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.

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

I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...

she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite

I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt