#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
The baby was crawling, discovering the world. Marina slept in bed with us at night. There was Marina, Fay, the cat and myself. The cat slept on the bed too. Look here, I thought, I have...
the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the
The reading in Vancouver went through, $500 plus air fare and lodging. The sponsor, Bart Mcintosh, was nervous about crossing the border. I was to fly to Seattle, he’d meet me there and...
I paid this one’s fare all the way… to San Francisco then flew up to meet her at her br… and I got drunk and talked all night about a redhe…
They had me in the counselor’s office in one of the back rooms of the second floor. “Let me see how you look, Chinaski.” He looked at me. “All right, Mr. Chinaski, we’d like to know whe...
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the