#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
After English class one day Mrs. Curtis asked me to stay. She had great legs and a lisp and there was something about the legs and the lisp together that heated me up. She was about 32,...
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
Every route had its traps and only the regular carriers knew of them. Each day it was another god damned thing, and you were always ready for a rape, murder, dogs, or insanity of some s...
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
I am a panther shut up and bellowi… cement walls, and I am angry at bl… evenings without ventilation and I am angry with you, and it wi… like a rose
92 years old his tooth has been bothering him had to get it filled he lost his left eye 40 years ago
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...
it is like this when you slip down, done like a wound-up victrola (you remember those?) and you go downtown
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these