this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man

vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose

Hugo Wolf went mad while eating a… and writing his 253rd song; it was… April and the worms came out of th… humming Tannhäuser, and he spilled… with his ink, and his blood fell o…

her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,

we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;

re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat

I went to my place, started drinking. I snapped on the radio and found some classical music. I got my Coleman lantern out of the closet. I turned out the lights and sat playing with the...

The rainy season began. Most of the money went for drink so my shoes had holes in the soles and my raincoat was torn and old. In any steady downpour I got quite wet, and I mean wet-down...

screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.