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You could see them picnicking on Sunday, off-duty city secretaries and airline hostesses naked on blankets airing out their bushe...

Exalted up on high in  fairie- world  where paper meets stone , beauteous-color sprayed painted every-where as the glitter-machine wor...

Somedays, today maybe,  unable to get the first paragraph off, stuck in traffic or on the three yard line.  Drinking at...

It was Lotto Monday. Winning the lotto makes a few rich, maybe happy, being rich part lugging a psycho monkey around and part being...

Being an artist and doing your art everyday a peerless adventure.  Henry editing and rewriting like a nut, it seemed imp...

Henry listening to Thelonious Monk in the afternoon, feeling different and reading Bukowski, how did Buk know so much?...

                Flora and Ted Delmar lived in Bolinas, California population sixteen hundred, a artist community that people from S...

cooking popcorn crackling hot purple powder shot from gun black clown and the fire eater juggle razor blades on tongue purple ...

Henry on a cold, cold morning driving on a frozen lake, his 1963 BMW doing figure eights and cluster fuck spins. In the trunk there ...

  "Myths and legends die hard in America. We love them for the extra dimension they provide, the illusion of near-infini...

Lyrical, a smile on his face, the fat cat, doing whatever without a care, his soul semiopaque, on display, not hidden.   At h...

john berryman transfixed by henry on the horrid day he shot himself or took poison 1 or other to  body bronze full of electric wave...

Henry Lucowski living in his head (The end and the beginning of his world). The sensory police picking and choosing, an ongoing proces...

     Copyright@ November, sometime in 1982 When I was eighteen in 1969 the Army selected me to go by troop transport from Kans...