#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;
The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
drunk on the dark streets of some… it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y… room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water.
It was Christmas season and I learned from the drunk up the hill, who did the trick every Christmas, that they would hire damned near anybody, and so I went and the next thing I knew I ...
call it the greenhouse effect or w… but it just doesn’t rain like it u… I particularly remember the rains… depression era. there wasn’t any money but there w…
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
So I was surprised when the phone rang a couple of nights later and it was Cassie. “What are you doing, Hank?” She gave me the address, it was either Westwood or West L. A. “I have plen...
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.
The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...