the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn

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

That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...

in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.

had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a

drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight

I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there...

in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall

After 3 years I made “regular.” That meant holiday pay (subs didn’t get paid for holidays) and a 40 hour week with 2 days off. The Stone was also forced to assign me as relief man to 5 ...

she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists

remember, he told me, that when I… years old my mother was always tak… to the doctor and saying, “he hasn… she was always asking me, “have yo… pooped?”

We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....