#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
The boys on Dorsey station didn’t know my problems. I’d enter through the back way each night, hide my sweater in a tray and walk in to get my timecard: We had a game going, the black-w...
I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
A couple of nights later Becker walked in. I guess my parents gave him my address or he located me through the college. I had my name and address listed with the employment division at ...
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
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...
believe in earning one’s own way but I also believe in the unexpect… gift and it is a wondrous thing when a woman who has read your wor…
you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry