sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…

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...

yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles

and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to hi… and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps

my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him

I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed

One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...

I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…

Back at Chelsey High it was the same. One group of seniors had graduated but they were replaced by another group of seniors with sports cars and expensive clothes. I was never confronte...

once we were young at this machine. . . drinking

had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:

they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”

I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.