#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Lydia’s sister Angela came to town from Utah to see Lydia’s new house. Lydia had made a down payment on a little place and the monthly payments were very low. It was a very good buy. Th...
By the time they called me to dinner I was able to pull up my clothing and walk to the breakfast nook where we ate all our meals except on Sunday. There were two pillows on my chair. I ...
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather
all the way from Mexico straight from the fields to 14 wins 13 by k.o. he was ranked #3
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
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
During the second and third grades I still didn’t get a chance to play baseball but I knew that somehow I was developing into a player. If I ever got a bat in my hands again I knew I wo...
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…