ah, Merryman, a fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloading bananas. I mean the man he killed clubbed him first from behind with an anchor chain (something about a woman) and we all circled around while Merryman did ...

the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog, like a square of wax, like a fire taking the city hall, the county, the continent, like ...

sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 junkies, female. brown paper bags filled with trash are everywhere. it is one-thirty in the afternoon. they talk about madhouses, hospitals. they are waiting for a fix. none of them work. it’s ...

you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing— let me tell you I have drunk in skid row rooms with imbecile winos whose cause was better whose eyes still held some light whose voices retained some sensibility, and when ...