eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy

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

my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.

she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong

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

The drilling and squeezing continued for weeks but there was little result. When one boil vanished another would appear. I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a...

he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle

It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...

in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;

I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar

he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.