#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
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…
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
Every night was about the same. I’d drive along the coast looking for a place to have dinner. I wanted an expensive place that wasn’t too crowded. I developed a nose for those places. I...
I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes de cades to realize this and most often
The next day we picked up some of her stuff at this motel. There was a little dark guy in there with a wart on the side of his nose. He looked dangerous. Hector was sitting on the edge ...
R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
she cut my toenails the night befo… and in the morning she said, “I th… just lay here all day.” which meant she wasn’t going to wo… she was at my apartment—which mean…
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray