twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the

I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money

at North Avenue 21 drunk tank you… there was always some guy who woul… way to the crapper and then you would curse him good,… he would know enough to either be…

I took women either to the boxing matches or to the racetrack. That Thursday night I took Katherine to the boxing matches at the Olympic auditorium. She had never been to a live fight. ...

which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her

We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...

these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…

one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you

they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers

they’re not going to let you sit at a front table at some cafe in Europe in the mid-afternoon sun. you do, somebody’s going to

I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this

no one is sorry I am leaving, not even I; but there should be a minstrel or at least a glass of wine. bothers the young most, I think:

half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the