#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
I walked into the counselor’s office. It was Eddie Beaver sitting behind the desk. The clerks called him “Skinny Beaver.” He had a pointed head, pointed nose, pointed chin. He was all p...
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb
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...
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
remember, he told me, that when I… years old my mother was always tak… to the doctor and saying, “he hasn… she was always asking me, “have yo… pooped?”
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
he used to sell papers in front: Get your winners! Get rich on a d… and about the 3rd or 4th race you’d see him rolling in on his ro… with roller skates underneath.
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
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...
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—