she left me 5 weeks ago and went t… that is, I think she left. the other day I went out to mail h… and I saw her sitting on the bus s… it was her hair there

he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes

sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water

The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...

I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of

see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.

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...

He hinted at times that I was a bastard and I told him to listen to Brahms, and I told him to learn to paint and drink and not be dominated by women and dollars but he screamed at me, F...

there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me

yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like

the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below

I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed

he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his

there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone