the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed

Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...

a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.

women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.

I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls

he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a small fle… over one eye,

she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled

strange warmth, hot and cold femal… I make good love, but love isn’t j… sex. most females I’ve known are ambitious, and I like to lie aroun… on large comfortable pillows at 3…

I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels

well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,

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

During the second and third grades I still didn’t get a chance to play baseball but I knew that somehow I was developing into a player. If I ever got a bat in my hands again I knew I wo...

But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...